'Damn, this girl really has no guard, actually daring to sleep hugging me.'
'But it feels pretty good, so soft.' Su Yang thought as he reached out and pinched Zhuang Mengli's smooth cheek.
As he pinched it, the fire that had been dormant in his heart for a long time suddenly flared up.
'Fuck, bro, don't mess around, hold steady!'
Even though he thought this, his hand uncontrollably wanted to slide down from her cheek.
'No! I can't take advantage of her! I need to get up and go get the card.'
While he was having this internal struggle, Zhuang Mengli let out a soft moan and opened her eyes.
Their eyes met, and Zhuang Mengli stared blankly at Su Yang.
Her mind was still a bit foggy from just waking up, but she quickly realized something. Her pupils suddenly shrank, and then she looked down, only to find that more than half of her body was draped over Su Yang.
She instantly snapped awake, abruptly rolling away to the side, her face turning visibly red.
She stammered, "I-I-I... I didn't mean to. I just like to hug something when I sleep."
'Huh? What's this? She's actually apologizing to me. I thought she would go crazy and hit me.'
'Mhm, she's much better than that Xu Zining in this regard. If it were that woman, she'd probably tear the house down.'
'Damn it, the system even wants me to raise her affection level to 100. That's simply hell-level difficulty.'
"It's fine. Are you going back to sleep?"
"N-No..." Zhuang Mengli quickly got out of bed and ran out of the room toward the bathroom.
Su Yang didn't lie there any longer either. He rolled out of bed and went into the washroom to freshen up.
Twenty minutes later, he finished first. Zhuang Mengli was still in front of the vanity mirror doing her makeup.
"Well, you keep at it, I'll head out first."
"Where are you going?" Zhuang Mengli turned her head to ask Su Yang.
"I need to go back to the hotel. Didn't your dad call someone to deliver some black card to me yesterday? That person has arrived at the hotel, so I'm going to get it now."
"Oh, okay. Go ahead then. I'll come pick you up when I'm done."
"No need, just head over directly when you're done. I'll go by myself after I get the card."
"Alright, you won't just run away after taking the card, right?"
Su Yang rolled his eyes. "Am I that kind of person?"
"Hehe, okay then. Go on, see you later."
"Okay." Su Yang said as he walked out of the room, grabbed his bag from the living room, and left first.
The residential complex Zhuang Mengli lived in was only separated by a river from the Huaxiu Hotel that Su Yang booked yesterday.
After going downstairs and leaving the complex, he caught a taxi and arrived at the hotel entrance in less than ten minutes.
After getting out of the car, Su Yang took out his phone and dialed Feng Kun's number while walking briskly into the hotel.
"Hello, President Feng, I've arrived at the hotel."
"Alright, Mr. Su, please wait a moment in the lobby. I'll be right there."
"OK."
Hanging up the phone, Su Yang walked to the lobby lounge area and casually found an empty seat to sit down.
A beautiful hostess walked up gracefully. "Hello sir, is there anything I can help you with?"
Hearing the voice, Su Yang looked up and smiled faintly. "No need, I booked a room here yesterday."
"Oh, I'm sorry, I thought you were here to check in."
"No, I already have a room. I'm just waiting for someone, and I'll check out once I'm done."
"Okay, would you like something to drink?"
"What do you have?"
"Milk, coffee, tea, soda, and various other beverages."
"Then please get me an iced Americano."
"Alright, please wait a moment."
"Thank you."
"You're welcome." The beauty nodded slightly with a smile and turned to leave.
Two minutes later, a middle-aged man in a black suit walked briskly toward Su Yang.
He tilted his head as he walked to confirm, and Su Yang also turned to look.
The man immediately smiled and asked tentatively, "Excuse me, are you Mr. Su Yang?"
"That's me. Are you Lao Feng?"
"Yes, yes, yes, that's me, haha. I didn't expect Mr. Su to be so young." Feng Kun said as he walked over and sat opposite Su Yang.
He was holding a black wooden box in his hand.
Su Yang smiled, "Not that young anymore, I'm 25."
"25 is still young! I'm already 51."
After a brief chat, Feng Kun smiled, "By the way, Mr. Su, last night President Zhuang personally called me to give you our hotel's highest-level membership card. You are aware of this, right?"
"I know. I was right beside him last night."
"Oh, great, great. I just wanted to confirm. I've brought the card for you." Feng Kun said, picking up the small black wooden box beside him.
"Here it is." He placed it on the table and pushed it toward Su Yang. "Mr. Su, let me briefly introduce this card to you."
As Feng Kun spoke, he opened the wooden box. Su Yang looked down and saw a matte black membership card resting inside the exquisite wooden box.
The card had a string of numbers and the Huaxiu Hotel logo on it. Overall, it looked quite ordinary, nothing special.
"This card is the highest level among our Huaxiu Hotel membership cards, known as the Supreme Black Card. Originally, this card is issued to clients who spend long-term at our hotel and have established partnerships with us."
"When checking in, presenting this card provides substantial discounts and various perks, but these are only for standard cardholders."
At this point, Feng Kun looked at Su Yang, nodded, and smiled. "So these actually do not apply to you at all, Mr. Su, because President Zhuang has already given the word that from now on, whenever you or your family and friends come, it will be permanently free."
"Therefore, I certainly couldn't just give you an ordinary Supreme Black Card. I've slightly modified this card and had it specially rushed into production just for you. It has the number 001 and your initials on it. I have already informed the staff about this."
"In the future, whenever you visit any branch of our Huaxiu Hotel, simply present this card for a free stay. This card is also the only one of its kind so far, and I've named it the Supreme Collector's Black Card."
"To avoid any misunderstandings where the lower-level staff might not recognize you, please be sure to keep this card safe."
Feng Kun rattled off a whole bunch of information. As Su Yang listened, he thought to himself, 'Not bad, this treatment. Staying at hotels will basically be free from now on. Plus, this Huaxiu Hotel seems to have branches in several major cities. Not bad at all, it's great to have connections, hehe.'
After his thoughts, Su Yang looked at Feng Kun and nodded. "Alright, sorry for the trouble, President Feng."
"You're welcome, you're welcome. It's what I should do. After all, you are President Zhuang's distinguished guest, so I definitely have to pay extra attention."
At this time, the beauty from earlier walked over holding an iced Americano. Seeing the hotel's general manager actually sitting politely in front of this handsome young man and talking to him, she stepped forward with surprise and confusion, saying, "...Hello, President Feng."
Feng Kun turned his head to look at the girl and nodded slightly. "Is the coffee for Mr. Su?"
"Yes."
"Then hurry up and give it to Mr. Su."
"Oh, okay." The beauty bent down and carefully placed the coffee in front of Su Yang. "Please enjoy, Mr. Su."
"Thank you."
"You're welcome."
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