The Beautiful CEO’s Dragon Blood Bodyguard
Chapter 224 - 0224: Are you mocking the king?

Chapter 224: Chapter 0224: Are you mocking the king?

Wang Zhe sized up Long Fei and said deliberately, "Little Ya, is this your boyfriend who drove the Rolls-Royce last time? Today, why did you change cars?"

Long Fei, hearing his tone, could detect some disdain.

He understood that Wang Zhe was a friend of Zhang Dongliang.

Zhang Dongliang had been embarrassed last time, so naturally, Wang Zhe wanted to help him recover face.

Wang Xiaoya’s face reddened a bit as she honestly replied, "The car from last time wasn’t my boyfriend’s; I think there’s been a misunderstanding among the classmates."

Lin Shanshan gave Wang Zhe a disdainful look, impatiently saying, "Sister Little Ya, why explain to him? It’s none of his business what car we drive!"

"How can you talk like that?"

Wang Zhe glared, originally having thought to strike up a conversation with the beautiful Lin Shanshan.

Who would have known she would be so rude.

Lin Shanshan sneered, "Are you blind? Of course, I speak with my mouth!"

Wang Zhe was so frustrated he felt like spitting blood, at a loss for words for the moment.

Inside, Long Fei felt amused; if he couldn’t outtalk Lin Shanshan, Wang Zhe stood even less of a chance.

He didn’t bother with Wang Zhe, simply called Wang Xiaoya, Lin Shanshan, and Li Wenwen to go inside.

Wang Zhe muttered darkly behind them, "Fucking poor trash, what kind of manners are these!"

He pulled out his phone, took a picture of the Citroën, and posted it on a WeChat group created by Zhang Dongliang.

Wang Xiaoya wasn’t in it; it was a small student group.

The people in it all considered themselves to be doing somewhat better in life.

There were hotel owners, 4S shop managers, KTV managers, or they owned car repair shops—essentially, they were from the Etiquette or Mechanical Repair departments.

"Look at this, guys. This is Mr. Rolls-Royce’s actual ride, a Citroën!"

Wang Zhe excitedly sent the message as if he had discovered some grand secret.

Xie Xiaoyao was the first to shout in a voice message, "I knew it! A little security guard, how could he afford a Rolls-Royce, what a joke!"

"What’s gotten into Little Ya, becoming dishonest following others!"

"Hey, don’t even start. Just yesterday, I saw her selling clothes at Leilei’s boutique!"

"Are you talking about Little Ya? Isn’t she a manager at Lin’s Group?"

"Probably got the sack!"

"Serves her right, big companies don’t need dishonest people like her!"

Xie Xiaoyao felt vindicated, thinking she had to find a chance to go to the boutique and get revenge, to humiliate Wang Xiaoya thoroughly.

Wang Zhe watched the lively scene in the group, immediately feeling validated and incredibly smug.

He greeted the customers, then went upstairs and stopped a waiter who had just come out of a private room.

He wanted to see what these poor losers could afford to eat.

Their establishment was a high-end seafood restaurant with an average consumption of over one thousand yuan per person.

The cheapest seafood set meal was also around one thousand eight hundred yuan, and Wang Zhe secretly guessed that was what they had ordered.

The waiter handed him the meal order, and Wang Zhe was stunned.

Leaving the rest aside, just the drinks listed there made his eyes pop out.

Fifteen-year Moutai, one bottle for nine thousand eight hundred yuan.

Wang Zhe swallowed hard, thinking these poor bastards really dared to splash out on such expensive liquor.

Their restaurant stocked Moutai of fifteen years, thirty years, and fifty years.

The fifty-year was the most expensive, costing fifty to sixty thousand yuan a bottle.

He looked further down; the seafood ingredients consisted of fish, shrimp, crab, shellfish.

There were low-end and high-end varieties.

Not to mention anything else, just a plate of South African abalone made him feel like spitting blood.

Abalones were priced by head count, with one head equaling one pound.

Two heads meant two that weighed a pound each.

Most commonly seen were five-head abalones, which means five to a pound, and they were quite small.

The bigger the size, the more valuable; for instance, a single South African one-head abalone would cost three to four thousand yuan each.

At their table, they ordered four of the South African one-head abalones.

Yes, just the abalones cost sixteen thousand yuan.

There’s also four jins of Australian lobster below, damn it, that’s gonna cost sixteen hundred yuan.

Four bowls of shark fin porridge, sixteen hundred as well.

Some kind of crab porridge, pan-fried tuna, pan-fried cod, stir-fried clams with black bean and chili, steamed scallops in light-fluffy egg white, steamed bass, spicy squid.

Adding it all up haphazardly, the total came to forty-eight thousand.

Wang Zhe swallowed hard, thinking he might have judged the man wrongly, maybe he really was a second generation rich kid.

This was the cost of a meal, amounting to a year’s salary for him.

Wang Zhe even thought he had found the wrong person, and specially went to the private room door during his free time to take a look.

The abalone had just been served, and the men and women inside were laughing in a huddle.

Three great beauties sitting together made the private room so much brighter.

Long Fei pointed at the abalone with his chopsticks, frowning as he called out, "Man, this thing looks so peculiar, huh?"

By heaven and earth, he hadn’t had any impure thoughts.

It was just a pure discussion of the appearance of the abalone.

Wang Xiaoya, Lin Shanshan, and Li Wenwen exchanged glances, their faces flushing red, and each cursed, "Pervert!"

"What pervert?"

Long Fei looked wronged, staring at the abalone for a long time before he finally realized.

He too turned a shade of red and burst out laughing with the three women.

They say that black fungus has talent, but it can’t compare to this thing, which is perfect in form and spirit.

Wang Xiaoya and Long Fei had never eaten something so fancy before, and after tasting it, found it quite similar to sea snails in flavor.

It just felt so-so, and they didn’t understand why it was so expensive.

From the side, Lin Shanshan giggled, "Sister Little Ya, you should eat more, this stuff is super nourishing for women, you know!"

Wang Xiaoya’s face instantly reddened even more, and she pursed her lips, wanting to laugh.

Long Fei cleared his throat and said, "Shanshan, didn’t you earn just over twenty thousand today?"

"Yep!"

Lin Shanshan’s big eyes twinkled.

Long Fei reminded her, "But this table of drinks and dishes costs forty-eight thousand!"

Lin Shanshan replied airily, "That’s simple, I’ll pay twenty thousand, you pay twenty-eight thousand. If we go over budget, naturally the gentleman should cover the difference!"

Damn it, I knew it!

Long Fei took a sip of Maotai to calm his shock, there was never a time he’d come out ahead when dining with Lin Shanshan.

When the lobster was served, he didn’t bother peeling or removing the shell, he just ate it all.

Lobster shells are money too!

The three women laughed even harder at his antics, considering he’s a billionaire and yet he penny-pinched over this trivial amount.

Just the interest he made in a day would be more than sufficient.

The waiter brought dish after dish to the table until it was fully set.

The three girls could only eat so much; they were practically full just having a jin of abalone and a bowl of shark fin porridge.

Most of the food on the table was devoured by Long Fei.

He had the skin with the flesh, even the soup on the plates was drunk clean.

All three girls expressed their admiration, finding it rare to meet someone who didn’t waste food like he did.

They didn’t eat the complimentary dessert from the hotel, instead they packed it to take home for Little Tiantian.

After the night’s activities, they arrived home in the late hours.

Long Fei placed the half bottle of Maotai left unfinished on the table; he originally wanted to order red wine.

It was all Lin Shanshan’s fault, claiming that the red wine was fake, tasting like grape juice, insisting on Maotai instead.

When it came to drinking, each of them only had a cup.

Long Fei had no interest in drinking alone, so he ended up bringing the half-finished bottle back home.

Wang Xiaoya tidied up the bedding, recalling the earlier incidents, still feeling a little twisted inside, she held her stockings in hand, thinking about where to stash them.

Long Fei watched her with a mischievous smile, "Why don’t you try them on?"

"Dream on!"

Wang Xiaoya smirked and scolded, pulling his hand to sit down, and spoke to him earnestly, "I called my parents today, and they said they want me to bring you home to meet them when I have the time."