Chapter 552 - 550: The Miserable Mo Shaoyun
Wu Mengting and Chen Tianlong were speechless for a moment. Before long, Lu Xiaoyu came over with a big plate of food, smiling as she said, "Chen Tianlong, Mengting, hurry and dig in, there’s a lot. I’ll place it on the table first and go get more later."
"Xiaoyu, there’s no need for so much. Get more after we’ve finished, or else if we can’t eat it all, we’ll get fined," Chen Tianlong said with a wry smile.
"No worries, leave it to me. Trust in my ability; I can definitely finish it," Lu Xiaoyu said confidently.
Actually, Chen Tianlong was just joking. How could he care about such a small amount of money?
So, he and Wu Mengting started picking their food. Chen Tianlong was surprised to find that Wu Mengting’s preferred dishes were almost the same as his. Living together for so long, it was the first time Chen Tianlong realized they had such similar taste in food.
"Hehe, Mengting, I didn’t know you liked this too," Chen Tianlong said, pointing at a plate of sweet and sour ribs.
"Hmph, you’re just realizing it now? We’ve been hanging out for so long, you couldn’t care less about me," Wu Mengting sighed and teased.
"Hehe, well... didn’t pay that much attention before, but now I know. I’ll cook it for you at home next time," Chen Tianlong quickly changed the topic.
"Hehe, you said it. Don’t you dare back out," Wu Mengting seized the opportunity to make a meal IOU from Chen Tianlong.
Soon, the two arrived at their seats with a small plate of food, only to be surprised. Lu Xiaoyu had already piled up three big plates.
"Mengting, Tianlong, you’re so slow. I’ve almost eaten half already; it’s really delicious!" Lu Xiaoyu said, very satisfied.
"..." The two were speechless, looking at the plates piled up like little mountains. Chen Tianlong was a little worried, fearing she’d overeat and suffer rather than the leftovers being fine.
He then said with concern, "Xiaoyu, don’t overeat. Chen Tianlong doesn’t care about this bit of money; getting fined is okay."
Lu Xiaoyu suddenly raised her head, her eyes seeming to glisten with tears, and said very moved, "Chen Tianlong, you’re so good. How nice it would be to be with you every day and have delicious food all the time."
Wu Mengting froze, sensing some implication, and was initially suspicious of Lu Xiaoyu. But just as she was thinking that, she heard Lu Xiaoyu continue, "So, Mengting, could you lend me Chen Tianlong for a few days? Hahaha."
"..." Wu Mengting was speechless and embarrassed.
Chen Tianlong next to her wore a wry smile; in this situation, he chose to stay silent.
Wu Mengting saw that Chen Tianlong was focused on eating as if he hadn’t heard anything, and she finally breathed a sigh of relief.
"Mengting, try some of this." Chen Tianlong cut half a steak for Wu Mengting and smiled, saying, "This is good for the body—fat-free but nutritious."
"Thank you!" Wu Mengting was delighted inside but remained calm and composed outwardly.
"Oh my, Chen Tianlong, you’re so biased, only serving your girlfriend and ignoring your good friend," Lu Xiaoyu said, pouting upon seeing Chen Tianlong’s action.
Chen Tianlong smiled wryly, knowing she was joking, yet if he didn’t serve her, it would prove he was indeed biased.
"Xiaoyu, this piece is for you." Chen Tianlong contemplated for a moment and then gave Lu Xiaoyu the last piece of steak from the plate and smiled, saying, "I’m not biased at all."
With the plate suddenly empty, Chen Tianlong hurriedly stood up, saying, "I’ll get another piece, you guys eat first."
"Oh, alright, go on."
Lu Xiaoyu didn’t continue teasing but started eating in earnest since she noticed Wu Mengting’s expression wasn’t quite right.
Lu Xiaoyu sensed something amiss and said in disbelief, "Mengting, I’m hungry again. I won’t talk to you anymore, gotta keep demolishing these plates."
"..." Wu Mengting was at a loss for words; Lu Xiaoyu was indeed a foodie.
After a while, Chen Tianlong returned with another steak on his plate. Lu Xiaoyu didn’t look at Chen Tianlong but rather focused on her own food.
"Xiaoyu, Mengting, do you want any more?" Chen Tianlong pointed at the steak on his plate.
The two shook their heads. Chen Tianlong smiled wryly and continued to dig in diligently.
At this moment, a few people walked in. At a glance, Chen Tianlong recognized them as the people from the arcade before; they hadn’t even changed their outfits. They seemed to be stalking him, and Chen Tianlong was rather speechless.
However, what Chen Tianlong didn’t know was that they weren’t following him but had come early to buy tickets. Later, their higher-ups would be coming over, so they were securing spots first.
Mo Shaoyun, along with Li Kai, Dapeng, and a few lackeys, drove boastfully to the entrance of the Shangri-La Hotel. The group of seven or eight looked quite formidable, so the lobby staff, upon seeing them, knew they carried some weight and quickly went to greet them.
"Excuse me, do you have a reservation?"
"Haha, do we need a reservation for the eldest son of the Wu Family to come for a meal?"
"Uh? Well... it’s the hotel’s policy."
"Screw your rulebook, get lost."
"Oww!"
Suddenly, a scream erupted. Dapeng had been kicked by Mo Shaoyun. This guy really talked too much, ruining the chance before he could flirt with those pretty ladies, making him quite angry.
"Did I ask you to speak? Who’s in charge here, you or me?" Mo Shaoyun glared at Dapeng, who was covering his buttocks.
"Yes, yes, of course, it’s you, Young Master Mo," Dapeng quickly agreed.
"Good that you know."
After scolding Dapeng, Mo Shaoyun shifted his gaze to the three receptionists, glancing around and deciding the girl in the middle was a bit younger and prettier.
Thus, Mo Shaoyun walked over, putting his hand on the counter, and said, "Hey beautiful, did a man with two women come by earlier? They’re my friends, and where are they dining?"
"Uh? There were so many people earlier, I can’t quite remember."
Seeing these guys didn’t look like they were here to eat—more like they were here to fight.
"Oh, can’t remember? No worries, I’ll have to look through each area, like the rooms or behind the sofas and such. However, I can’t guarantee I won’t scare off other guests; what to do?" Though Mo Shaoyun’s tone was calm, it was actually a threat.
Indeed, upon hearing this, the staff knew these people couldn’t be provoked, so she gritted her teeth and said, "They went up to the third floor, to the buffet."
"Haha, that’s the way it should be. I’m just going to catch up with them; why hide it from me?" Mo Shaoyun smiled wickedly and said, "Hey beautiful, can we exchange numbers for a chance to hang out sometime?"
"Uh? Well... I’m not a fan of going out. Besides, I’m busy with work, full-time," the receptionist dared not agree. Giving him her number would mean non-stop harassment.
"Damn, getting a call from Young Master Mo is your fortune, why the hesitation?" Dapeng couldn’t help but curse.
"Slap!"
A crisp slap landed, leaving half of Dapeng’s face swollen, as he looked pitifully at Li Kai, who pretended not to see anything.
"I said, don’t scare the ladies, didn’t I?" Mo Shaoyun was really frustrated. Here he was, trying to flirt with a beauty, and Dapeng had to run his mouth.