Just upon entering the hotel lobby, Su Fan was taken aback.
This Feng's hotel truly deserved its five-star status, resplendent and radiant to the utmost. It was Su Fan's first time setting foot in such a high-end place, and he was still quite astonished by it—people in this city really knew how to enjoy life.
However, in his pocket, he still had the one million yuan bank card Lin Qianjiao had given him last time, so he was brimming with confidence.
Following by his side, Su Ya was noticeably less composed.
"Doctor Su, let's just go, shall we? Your monthly salary is just a few thousand yuan, right? I've heard from your hospital colleagues that you haven't worked there very long, so I guess you don't have much in savings. That car rental must have cost a few thousand yuan as well, we can't keep wasting money foolishly."
She spoke in a hushed tone, with a hint of nervous cowardice.
Su Fan smiled slightly.
"Don't worry about today's matter, I have my own plans."
"And, stop calling me Doctor Su. From now on, you should call me 'husband,' understand?"
"Why should I call you husband, I won't."
Su Ya's cheeks were flushed, and she felt significantly more relaxed, calculating in her mind that she must find a way to pay Su Fan back later.
This woman was really pure and kind-hearted.
Because they had made a reservation in advance.
A young woman approached Zhang Lan, the director.
This was the hotel's lobby manager, Han Mei.
In her late twenties, dressed in a cheongsam, she was absolutely enchanting.
"Director Zhang, the VIP hall on the second floor is ready. Please follow me."
While speaking with Zhang Lan, Han Mei's gaze kept stealing glances at Su Fan.
As the front office manager of Feng's hotel, she recognized almost all of Yang City's socialites and playboys, and quite a few wealthy heirs had wanted to spend the night with her, but she had always maintained her integrity. However, upon seeing Su Fan, something inside her, long since dormant, became unsettled.
Handsome, confident, especially that pure aura untainted by corruption.
It deeply attracted Han Mei.
The group quickly reached the second-floor banquet hall.
It was spacious, with over thirty tables, able to accommodate three to four hundred people, nearly comparable to a theater.
"Mr. Su, please, take the seat of honor."
Such gatherings, undoubtedly, were also about pecking order.
Since Su Fan was too mysterious, Zhang Lan was extremely cordial toward him, inviting Su Fan to sit at the most prominent seat at the front.
Su Ya said nervously.
"Otherwise, let's just sit at the back, shall we?"
Su Ya and Yaya were mother and daughter alone in the world, always living cautiously. Taking the seat of honor was an experience they had never had before.
Seeing Su Ya , Su Fan had originally intended to be modest, but then he unhesitatingly took Su Ya's hand and held Yaya to take their seats.
"I think we should just sit here. There might be a performance later, and from here, we'll have a clearer view."
After Zhang Lan gave a speech, they began the meal.
The children ran off to the children's play area outside.
"Su Fan, I really owe you one for today. I'm truly grateful."
Su Ya looked at Su Fan with deep affection.
"Mr. Su, let me offer you a toast with a bottle of liquor," said a portly middle-aged man approaching Su Fan, holding a full bottle of white spirit in his hand.
Su Fan paused for a moment
Offering a toast with an entire bottle?
At this moment, parents at a few nearby tables had already started discussing.
"That's the Parents' Committee President, He Ming."
"He Ming runs an entertainment venue of passable size in the city, and has pretty good relationships across various sectors. Each year at the parents' fellowship, he's the main character. Today his limelight has been stolen by this Su Fan. He must be feeling aggrieved, and this is him picking a quarrel."
"There's going to be a scene."
Several of the male parents were clearly reveling in Schadenfreude, waiting to see how Su Fan would come to grief.