Don't cry, baby. I'll punish you tonight.

He Yanlang actually wanted to eat something ready-made, such as dinner served directly at the hotel, so as to save time and do something more interesting.

However, Lin Shen called up the hotel's Michelin chef.

He Yanlang's face looked very ugly.

Lin Shen was confused, and only later did he realize that He Yanlang's original order was to bring up two meals.

He Yanlang is very strange when it comes to eating. He is both picky and perfunctory. When he is picky, he has extremely strict requirements on the ingredients and the chef's skills; when he is perfunctory, he can work non-stop, eat a few bites casually, or not eat or drink at all.

"How about I ask the chef to go down and ask the hotel to deliver ready-made food directly?"

Really difficult to maintain.

"Get lost." He Yanlang spat out a word lightly.

Then Lin Shen led the chef towards the gate, and the two talked in English as they walked. The chef waved his hands in a rather shameless manner, obviously not understanding this behavior.

"Wouldn't it taste fresher if it was freshly made? And he's the head chef of Shangjing Hotel." Lin Qinghuan said cautiously. He was a chef who was impossible to make an appointment with, but the man in front of him just waved his hand and let him go.

"Do you like it?" He looked at Lin Qinghuan.

Lin Qinghuan nodded, and He Yanlang called the person back.

The chef bowed to He Yanlang and said in a pure British accent, "Mr. He, it's a pleasure to serve you."

He responded with a smile, motioning for the chef to get busy.

Seeing that the ingredients were still being processed, it felt weird to just sit in the living room and spend time with He Yanlang.

Lin Qinghuan yawned and asked in a questioning tone, "I want to go back to the bedroom and take a nap."

He Yanlang loosened his hand around her waist. He had indeed tortured her for almost an entire afternoon. He said softly, "Go ahead."

Lin Qinghuan stood up and walked towards the bedroom. She hadn't known when the bed sheets and quilt covers had been replaced with new ones. The floor and the trash can were spotlessly clean.

The bed was soft and comfortable. It was said that the hotel spent 40 yuan to purchase it. Lin Qinghuan fell asleep as soon as he touched the bed.

When He Yanlang came to call her for dinner, she didn't want to get up.

He responded reluctantly, changed direction, and almost fell asleep again in a daze.

The bed beside her sank a lot, and the next second she was picked up and fell into He Yanlang's strong chest. He rubbed her furry head, "Baby, get up."

Lin Qinghuan opened her eyes drowsily. Perhaps because he was afraid that the glaring light would dazzle her eyes, He Yanlang did not turn on the bedside lamp, but only turned on a small table lamp on the work area next to him.

She was a little grumpy after waking up, and pushed the person away aggressively, "I'm so annoyed, I'm so sleepy!"

"Ok?"

She then opened her eyes. The faint warm yellow light made his skin look even whiter. The top two buttons of his shirt were unbuttoned, which looked quite sexy.

Lin Qinghuan dived into the bed again, "You eat first, don't worry about me, I'll get up and eat after I've had enough sleep."

"Don't you want to eat fresh food? It won't taste good if it's cold."

Yes, it was made by a Michelin-starred chef, a chef that many people could not make an appointment with. Thinking of this, Lin Qinghuan struggled to get out of bed.

Why should we be so lazy in life? We will naturally sleep forever after death.

She didn’t know how many more chances she would have in her life to be so extravagant, so she had to cherish every moment of it.

The long table was already filled with exquisite food, red rose petals were scattered casually on the table, and the gorgeous candlesticks and beautiful flowers added a romantic atmosphere to the dining table.

It's a candlelight dinner.

She glanced at He Yanlang.

The man raised his lips, "Are you touched already?"

It seemed as if she was easily moved.

He Yanlang pulled the chair out for her. She was stunned. This was not something he would do. There must be something wrong when something is out of the ordinary.

"Have some wine?" He raised his eyebrows and smiled. Without waiting for Lin Qinghuan to answer, he began to pour wine into her glass. Bubbles rose from the bottom of the glass, bringing out a strange fragrance.

Then he raised the glass towards Lin Qinghuan, his movements elegant and gentlemanly, completely different from his usual lazy appearance.

Lin Qinghuan was stunned for a moment, then raised his glass to clink with him.

He motioned Lin Qinghuan to drink, and then stared at her with a burning gaze, "Baby, call me husband for me?"

"Cough cough..." Lin Qinghuan coughed, and suddenly felt a stinging pain in her throat, but fortunately she only took a small sip and coughed twice.

He Yanlang cut a piece of goose liver and put it next to her mouth, "Open your mouth."

Lin Qinghuan was about to refuse, and just as the word "no" came out of her mouth, she looked at the face opposite her, and then opened her mouth consciously.

"good!"

Just because He Yanlang smiles doesn't necessarily mean he's in a good mood, and just because he doesn't smile doesn't necessarily mean he's in a bad mood.

In short, it is an elusive thing.

Therefore, he kept feeding Lin Qinghuan throughout the candlelight dinner. Only when Lin Qinghuan couldn't eat enough, he would use the knife and fork that he had used to feed Lin Qinghuan to cut the food for himself.

"Is it delicious?" he asked.

"Delicious!" Lin Qinghuan nodded and praised it highly.

It turns out that the life of top wealthy people is so enjoyable.

She has never lacked money and comes from a middle-class family. She can eat whatever she wants and buy whatever she wants.

However, being with the man in front of her for a short time, staying in a hotel that costs hundreds of thousands a night, and spending tens of thousands of dollars a bottle of champagne, this is the happiness that money brings, and she feels like she is about to lose herself in money.

Then, as Lin Qinghuan looked surprised, Lin Shen pushed over a sliding metal rack with five layers in total. Each layer was covered with white soft fur cushions, and each layer was filled with expensive brand-name bags, a total of fifteen.

Lin Qinghuan opened his mouth in surprise.

He Yanlang said slowly, "Don't you girls like bags? These are for you!"

She thought there was only one, but unexpectedly He Yanlang gave her more than a dozen.

"Give...give it to me?" Lin Qinghuan pointed at himself.

It was not until now that she deeply understood what He Yanlang had said: if she slept with him for a while, she would never have to worry about anything in her life.

Yes, it’s just a gift of hundreds of thousands or millions, which girl wouldn’t like it? Besides, he is not old and his appearance is almost top-notch.

He Yanlang nodded, moved a little closer, and said lovingly, "Husband treats you so well, why don't you call me husband to make me happy?"

Just calling me husband will get me this bag worth millions? It's not easier than winning millions in the lottery.

It would be a lie to say that I am not moved, and it would also be a lie to say that I am not jealous of these expensive bags.

Lin Qinghuan was so surprised that his brain was in a state of interruption.

My parents have worked hard all their lives and the family has only a few million yuan in savings, plus a house worth about two million yuan. During my three years in college, I stayed up countless nights reading countless cases and participated in countless painting competitions, but the largest prize money I received was only a few tens of thousands of yuan.

During her three years in college, she saved more than 100,000 yuan, which is an excellent amount among ordinary college students.

But the person in front of her could give her something worth millions just by blinking his eyes or snapping his fingers.

Lin Qinghuan smiled and raised her eyes, "Don't even mention calling me husband, you can call me ancestor?"

He Yanlang put down his knife and fork, propped up his face with his arms, the candlelight fell into his beautiful eyes, he smiled, the whole world was dimmed, full of expectation, "Let's hear that cry?"

Her cheeks flushed again, all the way to her ears. Millions, just a "husband", but she still felt her lips dry and couldn't say it out loud.

"Hmm?" He Yanlang reminded.

It's embarrassing.

Super embarrassing.

It's like selling your soul.

She had clearly thought it through very thoroughly just now, but accepting all of this meant that she seemed to really be He Yanlang's kept lover.

lover?

Finally, she bit her lip and said, "No, you should give these bags to other people. I don't really like bags."