Reborn with Consumption System

Han Lie shrugged. "I'm planning to book an executive suite. If you don't mind, want to share it with me for one night?"

Wang Tianqing looked hesitant. "Ah? How many rooms are in an executive suite?"

"One bedroom, one big bed. But their living room sofa is quite large, and there's extra bedding available."

"Well... okay. I'll make do on the sofa."

At this moment, Little Miss Wang looked like a delicate flower being forced into prostitution—pitiful and helpless, unconsciously clutching her chest tighter.

My goodness, it looked even bigger when pressed...

He had already given her the reason, and she had found the excuse herself. Han Lie was very curious to see what would happen next, so he decisively stood up.

He called for the hotel's car, which drove them directly to the Sheraton's main entrance.

When the valet came to open the car door, he looked completely bewildered. Hey, my eyes aren't deceiving me, are they? That's definitely the car from the rival hotel... Still dazed, he opened Han Lie's door and led the two of them inside.

Wang Tianqing covered her mouth, looking like she wanted to laugh but dared not, which was actually quite charming.

The service at Sheraton was obviously a tad inferior to Marriott's. Past midnight, the duty manager was no longer at their post.

Han Lie and Wang Tianqing approached the front desk, where the receptionist was quite alert.

"Sir, may I know what type of room you'd like?"

"An executive suite."

"Alright, sir, please present your ID. Also, do you have a Marriott membership card?"

Han Lie's new membership was still in the application process. The previous physical card was only Platinum and pretty much useless.

So he took out his ID and nonchalantly replied, "No need, just go ahead with the room."

The moment the receptionist swiped Han Lie's ID, a VIP alert and high-level privileges instantly popped up on the system.

The receptionist's demeanor became instantly respectful, and she immediately pressed the internal call bell. Han Lie couldn't see it, but the front office manager would be on their way shortly.

"Esteemed guest, you may use points or complimentary stay vouchers for a free stay..."

"No need."

Han Lie interrupted her, quite adamant. "Just proceed with the booking."

Meanwhile, the front office manager hurried over. His first words were an offer to upgrade Han Lie's executive suite to a presidential suite.

After being declined, he maintained his smile and personally escorted Han Lie and Wang Tianqing upstairs.

Miss Wang trailed behind Han Lie, becoming increasingly aware of his pull at the hotel.

Once in the room, she couldn't help but ask, "Why are you so popular wherever you go?"

Han Lie looked at her curiously. "Marriott and Sheraton are different brands under the same group. My membership card is valid for both, shouldn't it be?"

"Oh!"

Wang Tianqing suddenly understood and deduced further, "So you don't accept room upgrades because it would cost you your precious membership points?"

Ah, she's caught on!

Han Lie, thick-skinned as ever, bluffed, "Although the upgrade itself doesn't cost money, there's a service fee! Four or five thousand—isn't that several months of your living expenses?"

Wang Tianqing didn't immediately understand.

"It's your money to spend if you wish, or not to spend if you don't. What's that got to do with me?"

"A service fee, just as the name implies!"

Han Lie winked at her cheekily, testing the waters. "Otherwise, how about you give me a back massage later, and I'll give you the money we saved?"

Wang Tianqing wasn't a fool; she quickly figured it out. Great, so he's suggesting our relationship is purely transactional?

She sensed his implication but wasn't entirely sure of his intentions, so she cleverly turned the question back on him. "Oh, so I'm only worth *that* much to you?!"

She stomped her foot and pouted, a perfect blend of half-serious and half-playful. Everything was just right.

Han Lie was enjoying this game of flirtatious probing; it felt particularly intriguing.

So he joined in the act—

He widened his eyes in feigned surprise. "Four or five thousand a day is 150,000 a month! Not even diamond-studded feet are worth that much. Are you still not satisfied?"

Wang Tianqing's mouth fell open, her pupils dilating slightly—her expression was entirely genuine.

"Really? You'll pay monthly?!"

When her question blurted out, Han Lie felt a wave of relief.

This girl can be won over with money! Her ambitions aren't that grand, or rather, she's more realistic—not like a young lady from a wealthy family such as Pan Ge, who wants everything.

"Mmm-hmm!"

The scoundrel grinned and nodded, confirming, "Monthly. So, are you in?"

Wang Tianqing leaped up, spiritedly pulling off her socks and thrusting her hand out to Han Lie. "I'll trample you to death! Money first!"

"Your bank account number."

Han Lie readily transferred 150,000 to her, then sprawled on the large bed.

"Go wash your feet. If your service is bad, I'll spank your soles..."

"Pervert!"

Wang Tianqing, face flushed with excitement, dashed into the bathroom, her shyness completely forgotten.

She called him a pervert, but in reality, she couldn't have been happier. It's not that I lack self-restraint; it's just that the young master is offering far too much...

Truth be told, what Han Lie was doing should be considered a disruption of market practices. In this day and age... well, never mind. Men with money and experience in spending it are not to be trifled with; even if they inflated the price to a million, they'd still be justified.

Wang Tianqing happily accepted her fate. This development felt somewhat fantastical... But on second thought, it was quite normal. While women who could resist 1.8 million a year certainly existed, it was also perfectly normal for others not to.

Such occurrences were frequent in universities, the only difference being whether the man involved was an 'uncle' or a 'grandpa' figure.