"Wow, Zhou Wang, you really have a suite here all year round... and so many clothes left!"
In the massive master bedroom with floor-to-ceiling windows and a private balcony, Miss Yang walked into the custom Dior walk-in closet and clicked her tongue.
Zhou Wang looked at the walk-in closet full of a wide array of high-end designer menswear and a bunch of limited edition leather goods, just smiled without responding.
These clothes were indeed [his], as for the room, Fel Renault paid for it. Since two or three years ago, when [Zhou Wang] first traveled to Paris, this room has been reserved for him, almost like his private residence in Paris.
300,000 a night, that’s over 100 million a year...
Of course, considering that the LV Group is also a board member of the Paris Chamber of Commerce, the internal annual package price is definitely not that exaggerated, but even at half, it’s still staggering.
This is an astronomical price that even top celebrities can’t afford, so it’s normal for Miss Yang to call Zhou Wang a "rich dude."
Even Zhou Wang felt it was a bit excessively luxurious.
Speaking of these clothes, he can’t even wear such good ones back home...
Zhou Wang came up to change clothes, and Miss Yang took the opportunity to ask to tour his bedroom. After all, there were other people around, so to avoid suspicion, she brought Miss Di along.
However, Miss Di was evidently too shy to come into Zhou Wang’s walk-in closet, so she slipped out to the balcony to enjoy the night view.
Seeing that Miss Yang had no intention of leaving, Zhou Wang didn’t bother to care much, casually pulled off his shirt, and flung it to the side, revealing his muscular upper body.
"Ah, what are you doing!"
Miss Yang immediately exclaimed exaggeratedly. But what left Zhou Wang speechless was, at least pretend to cover your eyes to show you’re genuinely shy...
Miss Yang instead just stared straight at him and then boldly walked up, reaching out to touch his abs.
Watching Zhou Wang shiver subconsciously, Miss Yang couldn’t help but smile with her lips tightly pressed, "Hey, why so nervous, I’m not gonna eat you."
"It’s a natural response of muscle tissue, if you don’t believe me, let me touch you and see if you shake..."
Zhou Wang replied with no good humor.
"I wouldn’t mind, do you dare?"
Miss Yang winked at Zhou Wang.
Zhou Wang, expressionless, pinned her against the closet with a reverse move, the two pressed against each other. Miss Yang’s face immediately turned red, not because of panic, but because the overwhelming masculinity of shirtless Zhou Wang was too much to bear, and Miss Yang’s body was already tense.
"Is sis a bit sensitive?"
With plenty of experience, Zhou Wang noticed and playfully teased.
"You’re cheating, if it were me without clothes, your legs would be even weaker than mine!"
Miss Yang gritted her teeth and said.
"That’s quite possible..."
Zhou Wang didn’t pretend to be a gentleman, honestly nodded.
Despite not being young anymore, close-up observation showed no fine lines on Miss Yang’s skin, which remained smooth and moist... Zhou Wang was quite curious about how these celebrities maintain themselves.
Even aside from her looks, Miss Yang’s figure... Anyone who’s seen a certain domestic crappy film or her Victoria’s Secret show would know it’s truly top-notch.
Zhou Wang felt this acutely, no wonder they call her Da Mimimi, she certainly has big secrets.
"Hey, Xiao Di is still outside, does that make you feel especially excited?"
Miss Yang was amused by Zhou Wang’s response. She leaned on Zhou Wang’s shoulder, suddenly thought of something, and whispered with a giggle into his ear.
Zhou Wang glanced at her, suddenly thrust his knee forward, with Miss Yang catching her off guard almost calling out, although she managed to cover her mouth in time, still let out a soft alluring moan.
"Who’s excited?"
Zhou Wang chuckled in her ear. When Miss Yang couldn’t answer, Zhou Wang let her go, turned around, put on his clothes, and walked out of the closet.
Standing unsteadily for a moment, Miss Yang leaned against the closet to catch her breath before regaining her mobility, resenting... her already ripened body for being so uncooperative. Given their age gap, it should’ve been her teasing Zhou Wang, yet twice, it was her who lost face.
...
Zhou Wang changed clothes and came down with Miss Yang and Miss Di, while the other girls who toured the suite were already seated at the long dining table.
After a night of hustle, not to mention Zhou Wang, who only had a couple of bites of a burger before, everyone else was somewhat hungry, so Zhou Wang had the kitchen prepare a table of food directly.
He didn’t have high demands, it was already this late, so he let the kitchen do what they wanted, use whatever ingredients they had, and skip all those fancy appetizers and desserts, just bring on the main courses, the goal was speed.
Yet, when the doors opened, and the lineup of waiters started serving from their carts, Zhou Wang was still quite moved.
The luxury hotel was indeed a luxury hotel, even at this hour, grand dishes still made it to the table... perhaps because the head chef who had already gone to rest was called up again.
Tuna tartare, snail platter, sea salt lamb ribs, original Boston Lobster, tomato meatballs, pan-seared foie gras...
If truly comparing culinary precision and complexity, Huaxia cuisine is undoubtedly unmatched, but when it comes to occasionally switching up the palate, these foreign dishes still hold immense allure.