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The Presidential Suite and the Power of Money

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“Sir.”

Another bellhop approached to take the luggage.

Yun Ning reined in his negative emotions, nodding in response before offering a small smile. “Thank you, but I’ll manage it myself.”

His luggage contained items related to special abilities, making it truly inconvenient to let others handle them.

Hauling both his own and Professor Yuan’s large suitcases, Yun Ning hurried past the golden doors, chasing after them.

****

Huang Xiu and Professor Yuan were at the counter, checking in.

Even though she had mentally prepared herself outside, the girl was still taken aback upon seeing the real-time prices scrolling across the screen.

“Oh my god, that’s incredibly expensive…”

Even the cheapest room in this hotel cost two thousand per night, an amount equivalent to two months of her living expenses!

Had Professor Yuan not brought her here, she might never have had the chance to visit in her entire life.

“Since we’re here… I mustn’t let down Professor Yuan’s kindness. I should truly enjoy it.”

While Huang Xiu was reluctant to accept too many favors from others, with no way to refuse, she could only accept the benevolence for now.

Just then, Professor Yuan gently elbowed Huang Xiu, rousing her from her reverie.

“Xiao Xiu, hand over your ID card.”

“Oh, right, here it is.” Belatedly, she fished her ID card from her pocket and handed it over.

Yun Ning, who had just arrived, pushing the luggage, handed over the ID cards before Professor Yuan could even speak.

“Mine, and yours.”

“How did my ID card end up with you?” Professor Yuan took the card as if he had just discovered a new continent.

He distinctly remembered his ID card being in his own pocket…

With that thought, the man reached into his dress pants and, sure enough, felt a smooth card.

He pulled it out to examine it.

[Heaven on Earth Bathhouse VIP Card]—the gilded characters shimmered brilliantly under the light.

Professor Yuan: “……”

“Oh, my! It was with you? Why didn’t you say so sooner, you child.”

With the speed of lightning, he swiftly tucked the card back into his pocket.

Then, as if nothing had happened, he smiled and handed the three ID cards to the front desk attendant.

“Please book us a presidential suite.”

Upon hearing “a room” at the beginning, Huang Xiu had initially wondered if three people crammed into one room would be too uncomfortable.

However, when she heard the words “presidential suite,” she was instantly dumbfounded, her mind snapping back to reality.

“Wait, how much was a presidential suite again…?” The girl looked up at the string of zeros on the screen.

“T-twenty thousand a night!”

She nearly cried out loud.

At the same time, her understanding of Tiandu University’s financial power deepened significantly.

“Do you know what the strongest superpower is?”

Huang Xiu suddenly posed the question to Yun Ning, but without waiting for his answer, she adopted an extremely serious expression.

“It’s being rich—the power of money (TL Note: A Chinese slang term, ‘chao neng li,’ referring to the overwhelming influence and capability that comes with wealth),” Professor Yuan interjected, stealing the girl’s line and leaving Yun Ning utterly bewildered.

As a middle-aged man, Professor Yuan understood memes even better than the younger Yun Ning.

“Xiao Ning, your internet surfing skills aren’t up to par. You won’t be able to keep up with your junior if you continue like this.” He clapped Yun Ning’s shoulder. “You should spend more time browsing the internet in the future.”

“Understood,” Yun Ning nodded earnestly.

He truly felt this wouldn’t do; as Huang Xiu’s senior, he would undoubtedly be responsible for guiding her.

Yet, he couldn’t even keep up with the conversation. What kind of senior was that?

Huang Xiu, ignoring their conversation, buried her face in her hands, writhing like a frantic marmot.

She couldn’t stand it; not only had she been utterly crushed by the ‘power of money’, but her own meme had also been stolen.

Even as they ascended to the thirtieth floor, she continued to glare at Professor Yuan, her eyes filled with resentment.

The intensity of her gaze sent shivers down his spine, raising goosebumps on his skin.

He nervously shifted his shoulders before using the key card to swipe open the door.

Upon entering, their eyes were immediately met with an incredibly spacious living room and expansive floor-to-ceiling windows that replaced an entire wall.

Sunlight streamed in diagonally from the windows, leaving a shimmering patch of light on the floor.

Through the windows, one could look down from above at the densely packed clusters of buildings and pedestrians as tiny as ants.

The room was carpeted with a sleek, plush rug, and to the right, there was even a sizable walk-in closet.

Huang Xiu’s eyes widened in awe.

“The presidential suite has three separate rooms; each of us can choose one.”

Professor Yuan seemed to be a frequent guest, intimately familiar with the layout.

Without ceremony, he strode across the living room and quickly entered the largest master bedroom on the left, claiming it for himself.

Truth be told, no one would have dared to contend with him for it.

Huang Xiu glanced left and right, then immediately set her sights on the room to the right, which seemed to be designated as a guest room.

That room had windows facing south.

Sunlight poured freely through the windows, bathing the pristine white duvet in a golden glow, while motes of dust danced in the warm rays.

Huang Xiu’s nose twitched slightly, sensing a distinct scent of sunshine in the air.

She had always preferred rooms where the sun could shine directly in.

The feeling of the sun’s warmth on her skin through the window was always the most comforting.

“This one it is!”

Huang Xiu lifted her leg and started walking, ready to claim the room, only for a figure to dart from the right, reaching the door a step ahead of her.

She had observed for too long, and Yun Ning had seized the advantage.

“Ah…” The girl puffed out her cheeks, a hint of displeasure on her face, but they had agreed on a first-come, first-served basis.

She turned, intending to go to the other room on the left, but Yun Ning suddenly called out to her.

“Junior Huang, do you want this room?” He had just happened to catch Huang Xiu’s turning motion.

“Eh, really? Wouldn’t that be inconvenient?” Huang Xiu’s feet suddenly froze.

Meeting Huang Xiu’s pitiful gaze, Yun Ning chuckled softly. “Of course, you can.”

He had actually set his sights on this room initially.

However, since Junior Huang also wanted it, as her senior, he would yield it to her.

Seniors caring for juniors was a tradition of their lineage; Senior Yue and Senior Li had always been like that.

They had looked after him in various ways, helping him through his most difficult times.

“Alright then, it’s settled. I’m not snatching it from you.”

With the room regained, Huang Xiu was overjoyed, bouncing in like a playful fawn.

Snap!

As the door clicked shut, this small world within the room instantly belonged to Huang Xiu alone.

A profound sense of security enveloped her.

“Come out!” Huang Xiu patted her pocket.

Plop.

Huang Xiaoxian, now several sizes smaller than before, sprang from her pocket, landed on the floor, and curiously surveyed its surroundings.

To prevent it from startling others, Huang Xiu had directly used [Senluo] to forcibly shrink it, then tucked it into her pocket.

It had been quite stifled throughout the journey.

“Is this the hotel?” Huang Xiaoxian, like a miniature adult, patrolled the room with its hands clasped behind its back.

“Aside from being a bit small, it’s quite nice.”

“Of course! This is the legendary presidential suite, after all!”

As Huang Xiu spoke, she launched herself onto the bed, rolling around and occasionally rubbing her cheek against the duvet and pillows.

“The duvet covers in a presidential suite are truly different—so soft!”

While the duvets in hotels she had stayed in before were clean and tidy, their quality paled significantly in comparison to this one.

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