Feng Yayin frowned, a flicker of unease crossing her eyes, but she quickly masked it. She walked over to Hu Yanyan with a smile, hooked her arm, and retorted playfully, "Xiaoyu, we get along great."
"Really?"
Feng Yu gave them a meaningful look, didn't rush to deny it, just gave a faint smile, then walked aside.
Hu Yanyan was seething with anger, wishing she could tear Feng Yu to pieces!
She didn't even notice how Feng Yayin had been watching her humiliation from the crowd.
"Yanyan, are you okay?" Feng Yayin asked with feigned concern. "My little sister is so calculating. We've both suffered at her hands. But we have something more important to do tonight. If we succeed..."
"Then won't this Feng Yu be at my mercy?" Hu Yanyan nodded, thinking they should focus on the bigger picture.
The two rushed to the front desk.
"We'd like to book a private room," Feng Yayin said.
The receptionist smiled and reminded them, "Ms. Feng, Ms. Hu, I'm really sorry. All our private rooms at the Golden Tripod Hotel need to be reserved in advance."
"Please make an exception. It's a special situation," Feng Yayin pleaded.
She took out a card from her bag, handed it to the receptionist, and added with a smile, "If you can book a private room for me, the money in this card will be your tip."
The receptionist politely declined with a smile, "Miss, we have 24 - hour surveillance here. Even if we take your money and break the rules, once we're caught, not only will I lose my job, but you'll also be put on the blacklist and won't be able to come to the Golden Tripod Hotel again."
"You!" Feng Yayin felt embarrassed.
At this moment, Fu Qianchen walked towards the front desk with steady steps. He handed over a gold card with his well - defined fingers.
Feng Yayin stared blankly at the man in front of her.
Although he was wearing a silver mask, every move of his exuded elegance and nobility, and his whole body carried an air of aristocracy.
Just looking at him, her heart started pounding uncontrollably.
"Isn't this Feng Yu's gigolo?" Hu Yanyan murmured from the side.
Feng Yu's gigolo?
Feng Yayin was a bit surprised. She frowned and said, "How could a gigolo afford to book a private room here?"
"You mean Feng Yu booked this private room in advance?" Hu Yanyan immediately realized. She gritted her teeth and said, "That bitch!"
She must have known about tonight's banquet and had someone book the private room in advance. But she deliberately pretended not to know anything in the mall to lure her into a trap and make her lose face in front of so many people!
Hu Yanyan raised her voice a bit, "Feng Yu is really capable. She's emptied the Fu family's coffers to book a private room for her gigolo here."
Not far away, a few young ladies walked over and laughed along, "She really is using the Fu family's money to support a gigolo!"
"Yeah, otherwise, how could a gigolo afford to book a private room here?" Hu Yanyan crossed her arms and continued shouting.
"Come on, stop calling him a gigolo," Feng Yayin glanced at them and played the good - guy role.
She walked with a catwalk, deliberately pulling down her shawl to reveal her sexy collarbone. She placed her slender fingers on Fu Qianchen's body and said coquettishly, "Handsome... I have something to trouble you with. I wonder if it'll bother you?"
There was a hint of coquetry in her voice, and she tried to get closer to him.
"Yes," Fu Qianchen immediately took a step back, causing her to stumble forward and almost fall.
Feng Yayin didn't expect a gigolo to reject her like this. The smile on her face almost froze. She awkwardly withdrew her hand and said, "But handsome, I really have an urgent matter and need your help."
He stuffed his hands into his pockets and still showed no sign of paying attention to her.
Feng Yayin was annoyed and ashamed. "Do you know who I am?"
"Who?"
Fu Qianchen finally responded to her, but obviously, this only made Feng Yayin more embarrassed.
Feng Yayin endured her anger, still wearing a beautiful smile on the corner of her mouth. She coquettishly said, "Sir, don't be joking. The price of one private room here could feed you for a month. Instead of making things difficult for yourself, why not transfer it to me?"
She paused for a moment and continued to analyze, "Moreover, if you're willing, I'm willing to pay ten times the price to buy you from Xiaoyu."
After saying that, she deliberately rubbed her chest against Fu Qianchen.
No normal man could resist her!
But Fu Qianchen just dodged to the side and walked past her into the banquet hall.
Feng Yayin gritted her teeth in anger!
She had been so proactive, but the man in front of her remained unmoved. It was really infuriating!
There weren't many onlookers, but a young lady let out a soft laugh, and then everyone around started laughing and pointing at Feng Yayin.
"Sorry, I couldn't help it. Sister Yayin is really something. She knows he's Feng Yu's gigolo, but still tries so hard to get close."
"Look at how seductive she was just now, but he didn't even bother to look at her."
"Stop talking. The more I look, the more I think Sister Yayin is really not as beautiful as Feng Yu."
Feng Yayin lowered her head, her chest filled with anger that had nowhere to vent.
Are these people blind!
How dare they say she wasn't as beautiful as that bitch Feng Yu!
If she could do it, why couldn't she?
Feng Yayin was no fool like Feng Qingsheng. She had plenty of capital.
Feng Yayin suppressed her temper, gave a gentle smile, looked at Fu Qianchen with the most charming eyes, and then softly said, "This private room is of little use to you. Why not give it to me? I assume you're not with Xiaoyu just for the money. After all, with her current status, she can't support you much. You must have put a lot of effort into booking this private room. Well, I'll pay you ten times the price."
The banquet hosted by the mysterious richest man, Qiu Fu, meant he would definitely attend today!
So, no matter how much it cost, she had to get a private room. Only in the most prominent place could she catch Qiu Fu's eye and make him fall in love with her completely!
Feng Yayin smiled confidently.
She was good at speaking. She didn't directly attack Feng Yu but subtly reminded him that she was a thousand or ten thousand times better than Feng Yu.
However, the man in front of her remained unmoved and ice - cold.
Fu Qianchen raised his eyebrows, shook off her hand, and sized up Feng Yayin out of the corner of his eye. There was more disgust in his eyes.
He sneered coldly. Under the silver mask, his face carried a hint of cold and evil charm.
Seeing Feng Yayin, he remembered the conversation with Mu Li a few days ago.
Mu Li had told him about Feng Yayin, and this time he intended to put an end to it.
He had asked Mu Li if he had made up his mind, and Mu Li said he had.
So, he spread the news that he would be at the Golden Tripod Hotel.
Fu Qianchen exuded a chilling aura, and his cold eyes were full of disgust. "Stay away from me."