Lu Shao is cunning; Miss Nan has fallen for his tricks again.

Chapter 35 Sang Rou's Trouble

Yunhe Restaurant at night

Nan Xu and Sang Tingwan had just sat down when Lin Zhengyu called, "Where are you?"

While holding her phone, Nan Xu picked up the menu next to her and handed it to Sang Tingwan, saying, "The usual spot."

Sang Tingwan hesitated for a moment when she looked at the menu Nan Xu handed her. The owner was right there. How could it be her turn to order?

Nan Xu raised an eyebrow, signaling Sang Tingwan to continue with the menu.

Sang Tingwan took the menu and casually flipped through a few pages.

It's fine if you don't turn the page, but once you do, you'll be shocked.

These are all outrageous prices! Tomato soup 688, grilled Australian fillet mignon 1688, black truffle shrimp and vegetable salad 888...

Sang Tingwan was at a loss; any one of the dishes here could cost as much as her monthly living expenses.

The cheapest tomato soup she could afford required her to work part-time for a week.

Nan Xu seemed to sense Sang Tingwan's embarrassment. "The chairman will pay. Order whatever you like."

Lin Zhengyu arrived exhausted, and immediately heard what Nan Xu said.

He was heartbroken. He had been working hard all day, and not only did no one pay him, but he also had to pay for a meal for several people.

"Are you thinking about me now?" Lin Zhengyu asked resentfully as he sat down next to Nan Xu.

Nan Xu smiled but didn't say anything.

Lin Zhengyu took another menu and called out to the waiter, "I'd like to order."

Lin Zhengyu casually mentioned a few of his favorite dishes, while Nan Xu, a regular customer of the restaurant, simply told the waiter, "The usual."

Sang Tingwan hesitated to order, unsure of what to order.

"No need to save the boss money." Nan Xu picked up her cup and took a sip of water.

Sang Tingwan casually mentioned two.

While waiting for the food to be served, Nanxu went to the restroom.

Sang Tingwan looked at Lin Zhengyu across from her. She wasn't familiar with Lin Zhengyu and didn't know what to talk about.

For a moment, the dining table fell silent.

Sang Rou took Yuan Qiao's arm and walked into the restaurant.

"Please show your reservation name and the last few digits of your mobile phone number," the waiter said.

"Is it not possible to do this without an appointment today?" Yuan Qiao asked.

The waiter approached and said, "Excuse me, gentlemen, we are fully booked today. You cannot enter without a reservation."

Sang Rou rolled her eyes. "I'm a platinum card member!"

"I'm sorry, all the seats are fully booked. Even if you are a platinum member, you cannot enter without a reservation," the waiter explained.

"If that's the case, why should I become a member?" Sang Rou persisted.

"Miss, we operate on a members-only basis." The waiter was somewhat speechless.

Membership is the basic requirement for entering the store, and platinum card membership only proves that she spends a lot.

Sang Rou smiled awkwardly, her gaze inadvertently sweeping over Sang Tingwan sitting inside.

Why is she here?

Does she even deserve to eat in a place she can't even get into?
"Can I go in and find someone?"

The waiter hesitated.

Without saying a word, Sang Rou barged in. The waiter tried to stop her, but it was too late.

The security guards at the entrance extended their hands, saying, "Excuse me, miss, you can't go in without an appointment."

Sang Rou glared angrily at the security guard, intending to turn around, but instead barged in while the guard wasn't looking.

Security guards and waiters chased after her, but Sang Rou ran incredibly fast even in high heels.

Lin Zhengyu stared at his phone listlessly.

Suddenly, Sang Rou threw her bag hard on the table, and the plates on the table scattered everywhere as the bag was put down.

The commotion immediately attracted the attention of several people sitting at the next table.

The manager stepped forward and said, "I'm sorry everyone, we are closed today. We will bear all the losses."

The owner's rule is that any disturbance caused by customers will result in the store being closed.

The restaurant will bear all the losses, and besides, the people sitting in the lobby are only there to curry favor with the upper class.

Those who actually come to eat are in the private rooms on the second floor. And there's a limited number of people allowed in each day.

The floors above the third floor are reserved for people of higher status.

This is Ling's rule; sitting in the main hall makes it easier to make connections.

Since the Ling family controlled one-third of the catering industry in the capital, they naturally wouldn't want to have any unpleasantness with them, and they dispersed immediately.

The cup and the water inside were spilled all over Lin Zhengyu.

Lin Zhengyu immediately stood up and picked up a tissue from the table to wipe the water that had been splashed on him.

Before Lin Zhengyu and Sang Tingwan could react, Sang Rou spoke up, "You think you're worthy to be here?"

The waiter and security guards stepped forward to apologize to Lin Zhengyu, "We're sorry, Young Master Lin, we'll handle this right away."

Lin Zhengyu, his face dark, gestured to the waiters not to touch Sang Rou. "Who are you?" Lin Zhengyu asked in an unfriendly tone.

Yuan Qiao rushed over to apologize, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, she didn't mean it."

"Who are you?"

"I'm her boyfriend," Yuan Qiao said apologetically.

Lin Zhengyu strode forward aggressively and asked Sang Rou, "Who did you just speak rudely to?"

Sang Rou looked at Lin Zhengyu and took two steps back. "What's it to you?"

"Okay, then let's talk about something that concerns me. How are you going to compensate me for these clothes?" Lin Zhengyu asked with a stern face.

"You just want money? I have plenty. Give me a price." Sang Rou said boldly.

Lin Zhengyu chuckled, "My suit isn't expensive, but it's from a British brand. I don't want the money; I just want the exact same one."

He was just deliberately making things difficult for her; even if she went to England, no one would make her a suit.

Who told him to hold this brand in his hands?

She's just being difficult, what can she do about it?

Lin Zhengyu looked at the couple opposite him with amusement.

"So what? Do you know who my dad is? If you did, you'd be scrambling to curry favor with him."

Lin Zhengyu chuckled softly.

Want him to curry favor? You'd be hard-pressed to find one like that in the world.

"Really? May I ask your father's name?" Lin Zhengyu pulled up a chair, crossed his legs, and looked at Sang Rou.

“My father is Sang Qingyun,” Sang Rou said proudly.

Sang Tingwan was a little worried and whispered, "President Lin." After all, Sang Qingyun had climbed up to the Lin family in Beijing.

"Him? Me, trying to curry favor with him? That's the biggest joke I've heard all year," Lin Zhengyu said sarcastically.

Yuan Qiao narrowed his eyes. He didn't even put the Lin family in his eyes?
What a courageous person.

Sang Rou blushed.

Nan Xu came out of the restroom, still wondering where all the people who had just eaten had gone.

She only went to the restroom for a short time.

Nanxu looked closely and exclaimed, "Oh, isn't this an acquaintance?"

As she spoke, Nan Xu's lips curled up, and she strode forward.

Nan Xu immediately asked sarcastically, "Oh, who is this?"

Upon hearing the familiar voice, Sang Rou instinctively trembled.

Thinking back now, her face still hurts a little.

Sang Rou tried to escape, but Lin Zhengyu stood up and blocked her way.

"Have you forgotten what I told you last time?" Nan Xu looked up at Sang Rou, her eyes devoid of any expression.

Sang Rou shrank back and said, "No, nothing."

Lin Zhengyu found it strange; she seemed very afraid of Nan Xu.

What? Is Nan Xu more frighteningly good-looking than him?
I don't think so.

"Since you haven't forgotten, why are you trying to make your presence known here?" Nan Xu leaned against the table, scrutinizing Sang Rou.

"I...I'm leaving now." Sang Rou made a move to leave.

"Don't do that, what will happen to my clothes if you leave?" Lin Zhengyu continued.

Nan Xu then noticed a large water stain on Lin Zhengyu's black suit.

Even Sang Tingwan's skirt was splattered with a little bit of it. She probably didn't even notice.

"And there's Tingwan's dress too," Nanxu reminded her.

Sang Rou gritted her teeth. "What do you want?"

“I won’t make things difficult for you. This suit of mine is from England. The round-trip fare was 26,000, plus 50,000 for materials, and 2,000 for handmade work. Add to that the lost time for the round trip, and it all adds up to 100,000.”

Sang Rou was somewhat shocked, "The round-trip fare is 26,000?"

Lin Zhengyu replied matter-of-factly, "Of course, I came back in first class, so my clothes should be first class too."

Sang Rou's lips twitched. How could someone be so shameless?

And that 100,000? That's so expensive! Her monthly living expenses are only 200,000.

Sang Rou gritted her teeth and said, "Okay, I'll give it to you."

"Wait a minute, there's also that..." Lin Zhengyu thought for a while about Sang Tingwan's name, "Tingwan's, her dress is worth 10,000, and there's also compensation for our emotional distress and lost time."

Sang Tingwan was taken aback. Where did her dress cost ten thousand? A thousand would have been the most.

Yuan Qiao was even more astonished. Did all the rich people in the world count their wealth in units of tens of thousands?
"I'll give you a discount, it'll be 150,000 in total. Credit card or cash? WeChat or Alipay?" Lin Zhengyu said with a straight face, spouting nonsense.

Nanxu chuckled softly.

What kind of company does he run? Robbery suits him better.

(End of this chapter)