Everyday Romance After Becoming a Billionaire

Xiao Wanqing wasn't staying over tonight. She had to go home—after all, she was a Shanghainese girl, and it wasn't right for a young woman to be out all night. So after dinner and a movie, Su Ran drove her Mercedes GLA to drop her off at the entrance of her residential community.

After two seconds of silence, Xiao Wanqing, in the passenger seat, unbuckled her seatbelt. She hesitated for a moment, then leaned in for a kiss. A moment later, they parted. "I'm going home."

Su Ran touched his lips, tasting a sweet strawberry flavor. "Okay. Come to the hotel early tomorrow morning so I can give you your treatment."

"..."

"I'm off."

"Drive safe."

...

Listening to music, he drove back to the hotel and parked the Mercedes GLA in a VIP spot. As he got out, he walked past a guest with a Mercedes S600. The guest was bewildered. 'My two-million-yuan Mercedes isn't allowed in a VIP spot, but his three- or four-hundred-thousand-yuan GLA is? What the hell?' The guest angrily slapped his Benz and yelled, "Get your manager out here! What's the meaning of this?"

The manager rushed over upon hearing the commotion. He understood the guest's demand—he wanted a VIP spot to show off his status. The manager smiled. "That is a dedicated spot for the presidential suite. Mr. Su is paying for his by the month. Sir, would you like to upgrade to the presidential suite and use a dedicated spot? I can arrange that for you right now."

Hearing this, the man suddenly felt that a regular parking spot was actually quite nice. 'And that young man is paying for the presidential suite by the month? Is he an idiot with too much money?'

Of course, he wasn't. People at different stages of life have different perspectives on money. A wealthy person might spend money to stay in the presidential suite for a night or two for the experience, but how many could afford to live there long-term? They'd have to do the math and see if it was worth it.

But Su Ran was different. He was a master of the money game. His job was to enjoy life, and enjoying life was how he made money—the more he enjoyed himself, the more likely cards were to appear. A presidential suite costing tens of thousands a night had become part of Su Ran's daily life. The room was large and comfortable, with a great view, perfect for admiring the Huangpu River.

Walking into the lobby, the beautiful women at the front desk saw Mr. Su and greeted him warmly, even offering him some candy. After his two stays in the presidential suite, everyone had gotten to know this Mr. Su. He was friendly and down-to-earth, so it was easy for them to get along with him.

He ate two pieces of candy and chatted for a bit before Yasuo arrived, having heard he was back. Su Ran smiled at the women. "You three are on the night shift tonight, right? Since I ate your candy, how about this: Yasuo, have the kitchen prepare a seafood supper for each of these three ladies. Put it on my tab."

"Thank you!"

The young ladies' faces bloomed into smiles.

"I'm heading up now."

"Take care, Mr. Su! Love you, mwah!"

After saying his goodbyes, he entered the elevator and went upstairs, led by Yasuo.

Between rehearsals these past two days and rushing back to give Xiao Wanqing her massages, Su Ran's whole body was sore and aching. Seeing this, Yasuo suggested, "Mr. Su, you've been working day and night. How about I have a technician give you a massage to help you relax? It will help you sleep."

Su Ran massaged his neck and asked, "Is it a legitimate massage?"

Yasuo replied, "Either is possible. Mr. Su, would you prefer a legitimate one or an... illegitimate one?"

"Legitimate."

Just then, the elevator doors opened. He returned to his room and went into the bathroom.

Yasuo gathered Mr. Su's change of clothes from outside the bathroom. "Mr. Su, which Type would you prefer?"

"Is there a difference?"

"The experience is different."

"..."

"I'd recommend the Japanese or Korean type. The European and American ones aren't as good—they have body odor, and their skin is rough."

"Fine, just arrange for one with good skills."

"Of course."

Yasuo left with the clothes, handing them to a staff member at the door to be dry-cleaned. He then picked up his walkie-talkie to notify the technician.

By the time Su Ran had finished his shower and was leaning against the headboard reading a novel, Yasuo knocked on the door. After getting Su Ran's permission, he entered, leading a female technician in a kimono. She carried a small case and took tiny, shuffling steps into the presidential suite's living room.

Su Ran gave her a once-over. She was very pretty. A scan with his Goddess Authority revealed that she had once been "in the business," starring in several critically and commercially acclaimed 'Investigator' films before retiring to become a massage technician.

"What do you think, Mr. Su?"

"She'll do. Come on up."

Su Ran rolled onto his stomach and played on his phone. The female technician said, "Hai," showed Yasuo out of the room, and opened her case. She took out an ambient lamp, and as soon as it was lit, the room took on a hint of a Tokyo vibe. Then, she applied essential oils and began to give Mr. Su a careful, relaxing massage.

"What's your name?"

"Mikami Sorai."

Hearing this, Su Ran glanced back at her. 'She really does look like a combination of those two teachers.'

Mikami's skills were excellent. Under the comfortable massage, Su Ran drifted off to sleep without realizing it. She packed up her case, left the bedroom, and Yasuo paid her and saw her off, closing the door to the presidential suite.

Just another perk of a rich man's life.

「The next morning.」

Xiao Wanqing, dressed to the nines, arrived at the hotel by car. Yasuo teleported in front of her.

"Good morning, Miss Xiao."

"Good morning. By the way, where's Su Ran?"

"Mr. Su is still resting."

"It's almost eight and he's still sleeping? He's usually up long before this time. I'll go wake him up."

She went upstairs, used her card to open the door, put down her bag, and walked straight into the bedroom, where she saw Su Ran sleeping soundly on his stomach on the large bed.

Seeing him sleeping so peacefully, Xiao Wanqing decided not to disturb him; he had been exhausted these past few days, after all. She stretched languidly. She had woken up very early today and was a bit sleepy herself. So, she took off her stockings, shoes, and jacket, slipped into the covers, and pulled Su Ran's arm over to use as a pillow. She then took his other arm and wrapped it around her slender waist, snuggling into the most comfortable position before falling asleep.

He didn't know how long he slept, but he was woken by a call from Lin Che telling him to come to rehearsal. Su Ran groggily answered the phone—"Oh... uh-huh... okay... see you later"—and hung up. He turned his head and saw a woman with disheveled hair in his arms. She smelled wonderful~

Su Ran's brow furrowed as he looked at the battlefield attire strewn across the floor: stockings, shoes, a jacket...

'No doubt about it,' he thought. 'It must be Mikami Sorai from last night.'

However, Su Ran was a man of principle. 'You don't just take things for free! That's a despicable thing to do!'

So, he slowly freed his arm from the woman's embrace, carefully got up, put on his shoes, and took out his wallet. Then he hesitated...

'What's the going rate in Shanghai?'

'The prices in Jiangning have been driven up like crazy lately. Shanghai must be even more expensive, right?'

'And she's a former professional, too.' Su Ran had no experience with this, so he took the only cash he had in his wallet—three thousand yuan—and placed it on the pillow next to the woman. This way, she would see the payment she deserved the moment she woke up.

Xiao Wanqing groggily opened her eyes and pushed her hair aside, just in time to see Su Ran carefully place the money beside her, turn around, and hitch up his pants as if to leave.

Xiao Wanqing asked in confusion, "What's this money for?"

"For your hard work."