Chapter 72: Chapter 72 is actually from ’98, Wu Xiaoli pretending to be old.
「The next day.」
It began to drizzle outside, and the weather turned a few degrees colder. A layer of white mist frosted the glass. Inside the presidential suite, however, it was as warm and pleasant as spring.
By the time the two of them woke up, it was almost noon. The previous night had truly been an all-night affair. Wu Xiaoli was so sore that she tried to get out of bed several times without success.
Sun Dasheng was awakened by the movement. Seeing the beauty beside him, he instantly felt the urge again.
She quickly dodged away. "Stop playing! Wasn’t last night enough for you?"
Glancing down at him, she scoffed, "You’re such an animal. I have no idea what you eat to be so... well-developed."
Sun Dasheng chuckled. "You can’t blame me for that. A lot of young guys are like this in the morning."
Wu Xiaoli shot him a look. "But you’re in your thirties. You’re not a young guy." She glanced down again before quickly averting her eyes. "Getting so fired up all the time, you’re even worse than them. You should go to a hospital and get yourself checked out. See if there’s something wrong with you."
"Don’t move. I’ll just hold you, I won’t do anything else." Sun Dasheng hugged her, his hands caressing her gently. "Your skin is even better than those girls in their teens and twenties. How do you maintain it?"
Wu Xiaoli was not pleased. "I was born in ’98, I’m only twenty-six this year. What are you talking about?"
What? Now it was Sun Dasheng’s turn to be stunned. Wu Xiaoli had always worn heavy makeup and dressed in a sexy, enchanting style, complete with big, wavy hair. He had assumed she was nearly thirty, not much younger than him.
Today, her face was bare. The only lipstick she’d worn last night had been thoroughly kissed away by him. Her body was clean and fresh. He looked down for a closer inspection. Her face was full of collagen, radiating a youthful aura. She definitely didn’t look like a woman approaching thirty.
"Woman, you’re quite good at disguising yourself," Sun Dasheng said, gently pinching her tender cheek. He had seen women pretend to be younger, but this was the first time he’d seen one pretend to be older.
"Right after I graduated, I was forced to marry a man seven or eight years older than me," Wu Xiaoli said, a bit embarrassed. "I dressed that way to avoid gossip."
Sun Dasheng recalled their previous encounters. No wonder he’d always had a strange feeling about Wu Xiaoli. She appeared wanton on the outside but was conservative on the inside. It had all been her camouflage.
Sensing that his roaming hands had stopped, she quickly explained, "I never had any real feelings for him." She took the opportunity to roll over and hold him tight. "You’re the only one in my heart now."
"Don’t be nervous." Sun Dasheng tightened his arms around her, hugging her closer. "I was just thinking about when we first met. It all feels like a series of dreams." He rested his chin on the top of her head and whispered soothingly, "Don’t let your imagination run wild."
They embraced like that for a while until...
GRUMBLE, GRUMBLE...
Someone’s stomach began to protest.
"Hungry, are we? Sounds like your stomach is protesting," Sun Dasheng said with a laugh.
The beauty in his arms shyly curled into an even smaller ball. "I’m fine, not that hungry," she said stubbornly.
But before she could finish, her stomach growled again.
"Alright, time to get up and eat." Sun Dasheng patted her bottom, then picked up the phone on the bedside table and ordered lunch. "You go take a shower. By the time you’re done, the food will be here. I also had the butler bring over a change of clothes."
The presidential suite at the five-star hotel came with a dedicated one-on-one butler service. As long as you paid enough, any service could be arranged to perfection.
"Turn around and close your eyes." She was a bit embarrassed to be completely naked in broad daylight.
"It’s not like I haven’t seen everything before," Sun Dasheng replied, not understanding her logic. He complied anyway, otherwise the shy woman would probably refuse to get out of bed.
Seeing him turn around, Wu Xiaoli tiptoed toward the bathroom.
But would Sun Dasheng really behave? The answer was obviously no.
She was not even halfway there when he turned around, his eyes fixed on the beautiful sight before him.
Tsk, tsk. Now that’s a figure. That’s a true ’S’ curve. Absolutely incredible.
As the popular saying among netizens goes: "I’d live in a mansion and drive a luxury car any day if it meant I could be with a woman like that."
The replies would undoubtedly be a stream of people offering to douse him with their piss to wake him from his daydream. Huh! Holy crap! I actually did it! That netizen is me!
Sun Dasheng felt a surge of pride. His little brother below seemed proud, too.
Damn! I can’t hold it back. What should I do? Obviously, go for it. Otherwise, my little brother might just rebel against its master.
Amid Wu Xiaoli’s cry of surprise, he burst in forcefully. What followed was a storm of splashing and banging that echoed from the bathroom for a long, long time before it finally quieted down.
Looking at the broken doorknob, Wu Xiaoli was speechless. "How can the bathroom door be so flimsy? And they call this a five-star hotel’s presidential suite. I’m going to file a complaint."
What kind of door could withstand the thrashing from a beast like you?
"Can we please just take a proper bath now?" she asked, her voice weak with exhaustion. Her energy had been drained last night, and she hadn’t eaten anything to replenish it. Now, after another round, her body’s energy reserves were almost completely empty. She could only lie limply in his arms.
Seeing that she was truly spent, he reluctantly turned the knob to fill the bathtub. Once it was full, he carefully placed her inside and began to wash her himself. Then he hopped in too, and they took a lovebird bath together.
"Don’t!" Wu Xiaoli was genuinely scared now.
"Heh heh, don’t worry. Just a plain bath this time," he chuckled.
This time, he didn’t pull any tricks. They really just had a plain, simple bath.
After they finished, they wrapped themselves in bath towels and lay on the bed in the bedroom. Just then, the doorbell in the living room rang.
"You stay here and be good. I’ll go get our things," Sun Dasheng said as he went to open the door.
He was greeted by a man in his late forties or early fifties, impeccably dressed as a butler. His attire, speech, and mannerisms were all perfectly polite.
"Distinguished guest, I am your personal butler. You can call me David. Here is the lunch you ordered. Shall I bring it in now?" Butler David inquired respectfully.
"Bring it in," Sun Dasheng instructed, stepping aside to let him pass.
A waiter entered and began setting the table.
David introduced the man beside him. "Mr. Sun, this is our hotel’s head chef. He personally prepared all of today’s dishes. If you have any feedback, you can give it to him directly, and we will make adjustments immediately."
"That won’t be necessary. I’m not a picky eater," Sun Dasheng declined. He didn’t like the idea of a chef standing by with a notepad while he ate.
"Since Mr. Sun prefers not to be disturbed, you may all leave," David said to the staff.
It seemed the butler of the presidential suite held a rather high position in the hotel. Hearing his order, the chef and waiter didn’t dare to linger and quickly excused themselves.