The two of them each harbored their own thoughts, both daydreaming and anticipating the wonderful night ahead.
Perhaps this was the so-called: I know you harbor ill intentions, but I'm not playing hard to get at all?
Before long, Min Moyou and Tong arrived at the end of the hallway on this floor, which was the location of the No. 909 "Dragon King Suite".
Although it was a hotel, the double doors of the room were massive.
The main entrance was meticulously carved from centuries-old red sandalwood, its surface covered with 24-karat gold leaf embedded with dragon and phoenix totems. Every opening felt like awakening an ancient and glorious history.
Tsk, tsk.
The moment Min Moyou saw the door, he was utterly stunned—not being a genuine corporate CEO, he truly had never witnessed such a sight. So this was how the wealthy lived?
However, that momentary shock was pressed deep into Min Moyou's eyes, revealing nothing on the surface.
As for Tong behind him, she had already bypassed him at some point and plastered herself against the door, poking and prodding at it.
*Is this gold real?*
*Can I pry it off and sell it for cash?*
That was what Tong was thinking, and so she acted accordingly.
But—well, the craftsmanship was actually quite solid; it couldn't be pried off...
Min Moyou pressed the room key close to the designated spot, and a sweet, anthropomorphic voice issued from the heavy doors:
"Welcome home! Respected guest~"
The volume was just right—neither loud enough to make one feel awkward nor too soft for guests at the door to hear, sounding as if a real person were standing right there to welcome them.
Following that, the door opened automatically.
The hinges were crafted from pure silver, emitting a slight, pleasant sound as they turned, seeming to herald the beginning of an extraordinary experience.
Stepping into this supremely luxurious, China-chic antique hotel suite, Min Moyou and Tong instantly felt enveloped by a rich oriental charm. Every inch of space exuded peerless nobility and elegance—the suite spanned over five hundred square meters, and its design and furnishings were the flawless fusion of top-tier craftsmanship and rare materials.
"Whoa..."
Tong cast aside any thoughts of status, hierarchy, or salary commissions. Her eyes gleaming with greed, she rushed into the room, eager to explore the entire suite at once.
The first thing that caught Tong's eye was a vast, open space. Hanging from the ceiling was a giant chandelier composed of thousands of high-purity, transparent crystals. Each crystal had been carefully selected, refracting a dazzling yet gentle light like a cascading river of stars, illuminating the entire suite.
"Whoa..."
Tong even jumped up, wondering if she could pluck a couple of crystals to take home as souvenirs...
Anyway, an uncultured bumpkin like herself—if she accidentally broke some furniture or something, Min Moyou would surely pay for it in full, right?
He would, right?
Kowloon Residence would demand the money from him, right?
But she failed.
Pity that the distance from the top to the floor of the "Dragon King Suite" was 6.66 meters...
Thus, Tong attempted to change targets—surely there must be *something* she could pack up and take away?
Reluctantly, Tong tore her gaze away from the crystal chandelier and looked down. Located right in the center was a massive Dragon and Phoenix Bliss Bed, measuring a full 4 meters by 6 meters, absolutely spacious enough to accommodate all kinds of multi-person athletic activities.
I mean, in case of insomnia at night, getting some exercise to tire out the body might help one fall asleep easier.
Just in case several people happened to rent this "Dragon King Suite" together, happened to sleep in the same bed, and coincidentally all happened to suffer from insomnia, they could engage in some exercises and such on the giant bed.
Nobody is thinking anything dirty, right?
I mean, like a family with children, where the husband and wife can accompany the kids to play, jump around, and so on on the bed.
The bed frame was made of top-grade rosewood, hand-carved by renowned artisans of the Kowloon District, every detail lifelike. The head and foot of the bed were inlaid with Hotan jade and jadeite—large chunks of them, carved while retaining a wild, natural touch. Although not entirely pure-colored and bearing some grain, they were completely intact without any cracks.
Tong's eyes became glued again. Under Min Moyou's helpless gaze, she blatantly attempted to pry away the embedded Hotan jade and jadeite.
Soon enough, however, she would learn that the master craftsmen hired by Kowloon Residence possessed exceptionally formidable skills.
The mattress was made of the finest memory foam material in the entire Kowloon District, while the bedding was mostly hand-woven silk. The texture was delicate and the patterns exquisite, showcasing utter luxury.
Tong didn't think much of these—a few pieces of cotton cloth, how much could they be worth? Even if they were easy to take, she wouldn't deign to take them.
Beside the bed stood a 45-degree fully latex and graphene single armchair. Min Moyou reclined lazily in the chair, his whole body sinking into its soft embrace, quietly watching Tong make a fuss.
The sight of a money-obsessed beauty acting like a country bumpkin was also quite adorable and pleasing to the eye.
Though on the surface, he maintained a look of helplessness and disdain.
Tong had already reached the reception area next to the master bedroom. A set of huanghuali wood furniture stood quietly, its grain natural and smooth, its color warm and lustrous like jade. Every single piece was a collector-grade work of art.
On the coffee table sat a set of ancient imperial kiln porcelain, the glaze warm and lustrous with smooth lines, every piece exuding an antique and elegant aura.
Beside it was a custom-made automatic tea-brewing machine stocked with famous teas from around the world, paired with tea sets handcrafted by ceramic masters, making tea-tasting the ultimate enjoyment.
These were all quite easy to take away, but Tong figured she would probably be staying here for a few days, so she shouldn't rush to move them out immediately.
Besides, where could she even move them to if she did?
Longchao Pavilion?
Wouldn't she likely be forcibly detained by Old Master Du and Boss Shen, who would then use all sorts of reasons and excuses to forcefully seize these fine treasures and claim them for Longchao Pavilion, leaving these treasures to part from Tong in bitter sorrow...?!
Yikes—!
Tong shivered in fright, feeling that these imaginary scenarios were definitely possible—truly terrifying!
Tong walked further to the side, entering the bathroom area. The floor and walls were paved with top-grade marble featuring unique grains and warm colors.
The central massage bathtub was sculpted from white jade, its edges inlaid with fine gold trimmings, paired with imported high-end aromatherapy systems from other districts. It instantly relaxed Tong, who had been exhausted all day, and she couldn't help kicking off her shoes and socks to lie down in the tub.
Very well!
Her sleeping arrangements for tonight were also settled!
The shower room adopted an all-glass design, equipped with a multi-functional shower system and toiletries from high-end skincare brands. Every single bottle of toiletries was completely brand new and unopened—all of them high-end brands that Tong could normally never bear to buy.
Wuwuwuwuwawawawawawawa... I regret it! Why didn't I bring a change of clothes...?!
She so badly wanted to experience the bathroom here, waaaahhhhh!!!!
It didn't matter, though. When Min Moyou checked out, she would just take these toiletries with her—she'd claim they were used, do a good deed, and help the Kowloon Residence hotel housekeeping throw out the trash.
Straight into her own "secret stash"!
Which was Tong's backpack, harboring all of Tong's valuable possessions: a very ordinary steel long spear with detachable, assembleable head and shaft, a few changes of clothes, the most basic skincare products, toiletries she had been using for over half a year, and so on...
Her phone was carried on her person.
Pity that Longchao Pavilion; only Boss Shen's room had a bathroom, and it was kept mysteriously locked, forbidding anyone from using or entering it. Every time, Tong had only been able to go to the public bathhouse outside to wash up.
Because she found it troublesome, was busy with work, or wanted to save money, she might go several days without washing, or wait until her hair became unbearably oily and washing her hair became mandatory before she casually took a bath...
Alas, how could she have imagined back in her childhood days that after entering society, taking a shower every day would sometimes be an extravagant hope?
Lingering in the bathroom for quite a while, Tong finally dragged her body out of it—with one very intuitive feeling: stepping out of the bathroom somehow made her body feel even more exhausted.
This suite was so huge... she couldn't possibly explore it all in a short time...
Was this really a hotel...?
Although she was stumbling and swaying on feet too exhausted to stand steady, Tong's curiosity on a mental level was still driving her to walk toward the next area.
That was a private study. The bookshelf was made of red sandalwood and filled with rare ancient texts and modern art pieces. The desk was a republican-style large huanghuali desk, paired with custom scholar's four treasures...
Further down were a gym, a small cinema, and so on. Tong was too tired and didn't want to look anymore; it was bound to be just as resplendent anyway, obvious without looking.
Having toured it from start to finish, Tong had only one feeling—this Dragon King Suite was truly supremely lavish—simply a mobile work of art, perfectly blending the essence of China-chic culture with modern luxury.
How wonderful it would be if she could live here for the rest of her life~?
Come to think of it, even when the final payment for this single commission came down, it would at most be enough for Tong to live here for a month.
Tsk, earning 720,000 in a month, and blowing it all on a month of hotel living...
Since when did she start treating money like dirt?
The life of the wealthy—better to just dream about it.
Hey—
Tong suddenly hatched another plan!
What if she took Min Moyou around Zhongpu District for a month, and then he stayed in this "Dragon King Suite" for a month? Wouldn't she be able to freeload off his stay for a whole month?
Wasn't that a free 720,000?!
Her salary would directly double!
Immediately following that, Longchao Pavilion's unmentionable living conditions flashed through Tong's mind.
Tong grew even more determined in her idea to stay the night here and get paid for free—she'd even be willing to sleep on the floor! The floor even had a carpet!
A thick layer of it, stepping on it felt like walking on cotton—so soft!
Lying down to sleep on it definitely wouldn't be bad either!
Wasn't this a hundred times better than that old foam sofa at Longchao Pavilion?!
Such were her thoughts, but the crucial point was whether Min Moyou would actually agree to let her stay.
Moreover, she had to make him agree of his own free will, without charging her rent for the overnight stay!
This point was extremely important!
Even in Tong's view, she was quite the top-tier beauty herself, with that cool, slightly roguish vibe, and she was even willing to share a single room as a lone man and woman with Min Moyou. That meant he was definitely getting the better deal!
Surely there was no reason for him to refuse, right?
Yet a wealthy young master's thoughts could not be gauged by ordinary logic. What if he did?
Therefore, she had to trick him... ah no, she had to gently persuade him.
Squinting her eyes in calculation, Tong walked step by step back to the main bedroom at the beginning, a sharp gleam flashing in her eyes as if heading onto a battlefield. She regained her spirited state, temporarily suppressing her exhaustion.
The ability to consciously regulate one's mental state was a basic qualification for a top-tier agent.
It was definitely *not* a passive skill forged from being ravaged a hundred times over by this damned society!
Tong walked despondently back to where the giant bed was and slumped onto it, completely ignoring the possibility that her clothes, covered in dust from a hard day's work, might soil the bed.
Holy cow! What a soft bed!
Tong felt her hips sinking in as if she were being devoured by the mattress—she couldn't even imagine how comfortable this bed would be to sleep on!
She almost broke character from her feigned solemnity.
"Sigh............"
Tong looked at Min Moyou, suddenly letting out a sigh, her eyes filled with struggle and pity.
Min Moyou, lounging in the luxury single armchair, turned his head and lazily cast a glance at her.
What kind of act was she putting on now?
Seeing that Min Moyou didn't react, Tong's eyes grew a few shades more reproachful—wasn't he curious at all? Why wasn't he asking her what was wrong?
Thus, Tong intentionally raised her volume and let out another heavy sigh:
"Sigh........!"
Oh~
Min Moyou suddenly caught on. So the show was about to begin?
With an inwardly expectant desire to see what excuse Tong would use to stay in this "Dragon King Suite," his expression remained calm, and he looked coldly at Tong's performance.
Seriously?
You're just going to look at me and wait for me to speak?
Wouldn't I lose all my face that way?
Ask me, will you?!
Shouldn't a normal conversation go like this: you ask, I keep quiet, your curiosity grows, you press me repeatedly, and only then do I reluctantly tell you?!
Otherwise, how am I supposed to keep up the act?
Tong was on the verge of breaking down, but she decided to give it one more try—if that didn't work, she would have to drop her pride, which meant losing the initiative:
So she sighed even louder this time:
"Sigh...!!!!"
The look she cast toward Min Moyou was full of eager anticipation: *'Hurry and ask me! Hurry up and ask me! Ask me anything at all!'*
Min Moyou bit back a laugh, his mouth twitching slightly, but he ultimately decided to play along with her act—mostly out of curiosity to see what tricks she had up her sleeve.
"What's wrong? Is there something terrible about this room?"
Min Moyou asked indifferently, letting not a shred of curiosity show in Tong's ears.
Hmph... what a difficult man to deal with.
Tong complained inwardly, feigning difficulty and hesitation. Finally, frowning and shaking her head, she lamented mournfully:
"Alas......!!!! Unspeakable, truly unspeakable~"
"Then don't speak of it."
"Hey! At least ask me another time—"
Tong's eager voice cut off abruptly as she met Min Moyou's gaze, which seemed to have seen through everything from the start.
"Fine, fine, fine~ I'll talk, I'll talk~"
"Actually, it's not a problem with the room itself. Although a top-tier agent like me has seen many fine hotels, this 'Dragon King Suite' is still considered one of the better ones I've laid eyes on after running around for over a decade."
"Oh? Then tell me, what are hotels even better than this Kowloon Residence 'Dragon King Suite' like? I'm curious."
Min Moyou always managed to cut in with a question right where Tong ran out of material to fabricate.
"Uh........ this...... this....... this isn't the main point! Not the most urgent thing! I'll tell you another time if I get the chance! Listen to me first........"
Tong thought: *I'm dying of laughter, acting like a big shot is so hard... I've literally never seen anything more luxurious than this... Tell you about better ones? I'll tell you my foot!*
"It's just that... what I'm about to say next is rather terrifying, so you'd better prepare yourself."
Tong still attempted to brew an atmosphere with her words, matching it with her very reproachful look toward Min Moyou, as if he had committed some monstrous crime.
An ordinary person might actually have believed it.
Yet Min Moyou only nodded slightly, signaling with his eyes for her to continue.
Tscheh... hard to fool... Is this what wealthy young masters are like?
This skill of hiding one's emotions really is top-notch... Making it completely impossible for others to guess what he's thinking, whether he believes me or not.
"My dear young master! You're facing a catastrophic disaster!"
Whatever, fortune-tellers always do this—bluff him first!
Yet Min Moyou still showed no reaction, leaving Tong no choice but to push on by herself.
"As the young master of a prestigious clan, you must know that there are many dangers in this world invisible to ordinary people, right?"