Becoming a Billionaire after Divorce

Watching the bellboy walk away, Zhong Xiaofeng asked curiously, "Brother-in-law, aren't you afraid he'll just take the money and run?"

"He won't. Let's go inside," Sun Dasheng said without explaining why.

They had booked a presidential suite, and the customer service manager had personally come to greet them. Now that's what you call top-tier service.

The two Japanese girls followed behind, looking bewildered. Once inside the presidential suite, they couldn't stop exclaiming, "Si Guo Yi."

"What a huge room!"

It was no wonder they were so surprised. Even luxury rooms in Japanese hotels are quite small. They would probably cry "Si Guo Yi" at the standard room of a five-star hotel, let alone this even larger and more luxurious presidential suite.

As is well known, Japan has a tradition of bathing together. Zhong Xiaofeng and Inoue Keiko were enjoying a bubble bath, their bodies covered in white foam as they lay comfortably in the enormous tub.

"China really is a great country. Everything is so big! The houses are big, and even this bathtub is so large that Yoko and I can share it without it feeling crowded at all," Inoue Keiko said with a blissful expression.

"Miss Keiko's assets are quite large too. So very Chinese!" Zhong Xiaofeng reached a mischievous hand toward Inoue Keiko.

"Stop it!~"

"Yoko-chan, you're too naughty," Inoue Keiko said, her face flushing red as she launched a counterattack.

Sun Dasheng could hear the two girls frolicking in the bathroom. Curious, he glanced inside a few times but was caught in the act by Zhong Liying.

"Hehe... I was just a bit curious about what they were shouting," he said.

"Really?" Zhong Liying nestled into his arms and grabbed a certain part of him. "You wouldn't happen to be interested in that Japanese girl, would you?"

With a righteous expression, Sun Dasheng declared, "Putting those little devils in their place is the revolutionary spirit passed down by our ancestors. I dare not forget it for a moment."

"You're impossible!" Zhong Liying slapped his shoulder. Just then, the doorbell rang.

Sun Dasheng got up and walked over to open the door. It was the same bellboy from earlier, holding a shopping bag. "Sir, I've bought all the clothes as you requested."

"Thanks for your trouble." He took the clothes and was about to close the door.

"Please wait a moment!"

"Is there something else?"

"There's still over a thousand yuan left from the money for the clothes. I'll transfer it to you now," the bellboy said, taking out his phone.

"No need. Keep the change as a tip for your trouble," Sun Dasheng said with a wave of his hand, closing the door.

The bellboy looked at the closed door with a knowing smile. Still, he bowed respectfully to it and said, "Thank you, boss!"

Zhong Liying took the clothes to the bathroom and gave them to the two Japanese girls, receiving a chorus of thanks in return. She then went back to the sofa to continue their conversation.

Leaning close to his ear, Zhong Liying whispered, "My sister is definitely off-limits, but you can have your way with that Japanese girl."

Sun Dasheng's face lit up with surprise. "Really?"

"Oh! So you really do want to get with the little Japanese girl?" Zhong Liying said, flustered. "I'll deal with you first, you scoundrel," she declared, stripping him bare.

Good grief, he thought. She's leveraging her foreign friend to get bold, isn't she? This was all premeditated!

He sucked in a sharp breath. "That's murder! You can't bite there!"

But he decided to play the rogue, lying on the couch and letting her do all the work, refusing to cooperate. Frustrated that he was just playing dead, Zhong Liying smacked his bare behind. "You move!"

Yet the man remained unresponsive.

She had no choice but to relent, leaning down to plead, "Please, big brother, just give in. I won't get involved with that little Japanese girl later, okay?"

The man was still unresponsive.

Gritting her teeth, she said, "I'll even create an opportunity for you later. How about that?"

"Really?" Sun Dasheng opened his eyes and asked.

"As real as it gets!" Zhong Liying was in an agonizing position, barely holding on. She had no choice but to agree to this covenant made under duress—a covenant she herself had drafted, no less.

"Alright. Go to the bedroom, lie down, and wait for me. Don't stay out here. They'll be finished soon, and if they see us... well, I don't mind, but don't you go blaming me afterward."

"Where are you going?" Zhong Liying asked.

"Oh, the hotel's safety precautions are just too shoddy. I'm going to the supermarket downstairs to buy some."

「...」

After Zhong Xiaofeng and Inoue Keiko finished their bath, they came out into the living room. Seeing no one there, they both heaved a huge sigh of relief. To be honest, they both felt somewhat inhibited in front of Sun Dasheng. Inoue Keiko had been fine before, but after riding in that Rolls-Royce Phantom, she had become just like Zhong Xiaofeng. As expected of Japanese girls, their fear and awe of big shots from major conglomerates were exactly the same.

"Yoko-chan, your sister is amazing for landing such a powerful boyfriend. That's unimaginable back in Japan. For a girl from an ordinary family to marry into a conglomerate is as hard as ascending to heaven."

"Am I using that idiom correctly?"

"Keiko-chan, your Mandarin is clearly better than mine, yet you keep asking me. You're so exasperating."

"Hehe..."

"I was just as surprised as you are when I first found out, though I knew a little bit before you. After we ate, we went to the parking garage. I was about to ask my sister to open her BMW when she said we were taking another car. I remember thinking, 'What's the difference what car we take?' especially since my sister's BMW is already so impressive. Who would have thought that a huge Rolls-Royce would appear in front of me? I was completely stunned."

"It wasn't until we were in the car that my sister told me her boyfriend is the president of a large conglomerate."

"Sudusine! Thank you for telling me all this, Yoko-chan."

"By the way, where are they?" Inoue Keiko asked, the question occurring to her belatedly.

"I don't know. They probably went to the room to rest," Zhong Xiaofeng answered nonchalantly, her attention completely focused on her new clothes.

"What is it, Yoko?" Inoue Keiko asked curiously.

Zhong Xiaofeng pulled out the label on her clothes. "Keiko, I think the clothes brother-in-law bought us are Chanel. Look, here's the price tag! Si Guo Yi! A single jacket costs tens of thousands of yuan!"