As soon as these words were spoken,
even the manager of the Western restaurant, who was accustomed to witnessing wealthy people showing off, felt an overwhelming aura of extravagance.
The thing was, Su Bai said it so casually and naturally.
After all, he had already lived a life of indulgence where his "System Bro" covered all his lavish expenses, cultivating the demeanor of a top-tier tycoon.
So, when he spoke like this, it genuinely didn’t come across as forced—
completely devoid of any cringe-worthy vibes.
To young women, it only amplified his charm.
Girls love this kind of carefree, effortlessly cool male idol.
"Now, let’s begin our special wine-opening ceremony," the manager announced.
Wan Xinyan instinctively pursed her lips, tempted to stop them from opening the bottle.
After all, such an expensive bottle of wine would be better off kept as a collector’s item.
But then she reconsidered—no!
It belonged to Su Bai. Whether to drink it or preserve it was entirely his decision, and she had no right to interfere.
Oh well, she might as well take this chance to bask in Su Bai’s generosity and savor the taste of a top-tier vintage.
Wan Xinyan was someone who prioritized rationality over emotion, rarely making decisions based on feelings.
It might come off as cold, but for someone from humble beginnings, there wasn’t much room for emotional indulgence in this day and age.
Having finally grasped a shot at happiness and identified a wealthy guy worth investing in, she couldn’t afford to mess it up.
Accompanied by the elegant strains of a symphony,
the wine-opening ceremony concluded.
While the wine breathed,
the servers brought out the appetizers.
This restaurant specialized in authentic French cuisine, so the dishes were served in individual portions, adhering strictly to Western customs—even the menu was a direct copy, filled with French terms Su Bai couldn’t decipher. He simply ordered the chef’s recommended high-end set menu.
After all, the main reason for coming here was the wine, with the meal serving as a side attraction.
To Su Bai, Western food was mostly about novelty.
At a Japanese buffet, at least he could gorge on premium seafood sashimi and wagyu beef.
Su Bai was a simple man—he still preferred mainstream Chinese cuisine.
He wondered if, once his wealth reached a certain level, he’d get the chance to taste truly imperial-level private chef dishes.
The appetizers arrived in all sorts of shapes.
The one placed before Su Bai resembled a potato chip-like crisp, sandwiching some kind of half-raw, salty cured meat.
It looked a bit like a questionable culinary experiment…
As for the Wan sisters, they were served French oyster sashimi, described by the waiter as the "Green Emerald" variety.
The chef had creatively paired the oysters with sweet-and-sour dried fruit and almonds.
Even so, the combination of "raw" seafood and unfamiliar fruit left the two sisters visibly hesitant.
"You don’t usually eat sashimi, do you?" Su Bai asked.
"Honestly, never," Wan Xinyan admitted with an awkward smile. "We’ve never had the chance to try something this fancy before."
She had seen grilled oysters at street stalls—three yuan for one, ten yuan for three—
but those were clearly a world apart from the high-end delicacy in front of her.
"Then you can have mine. This one looks more normal. I love oyster sashimi, though…"
"Sure, thank you, gege."
Wan Xinyan sighed in relief, her gaze at Su Bai growing even softer.
It seemed Su Bai didn’t mock them for their lack of sophistication.
Instead, he was considerate and accommodating.
Ugh, Su Bai is so good to us. Rumor had it many wealthy men were impatient with gold-diggers, quick to scold or cut ties over the slightest misstep.
Once the servers left the room, creating a moment for private conversation, Wan Xinyan stuck out her tongue playfully and said, "Su Bai gege, you’re not making fun of us for being country bumpkins."
"Why would I?"
"Because we couldn’t appreciate French oyster sashimi. The waitress said a single order costs over a hundred yuan."
"Pfft, it’s fine if you don’t like it. Don’t overthink it—just relax around me," Su Bai replied. "You like calling me gege, right? Just treat me like your older brother."
"Mhm, gege is the best~"
Watching Wan Xinyan’s adorable, coquettish demeanor, Su Bai couldn’t resist pinching her thigh, snugly wrapped in Lululemon yoga pants.
Truth be told, neither sister had the stereotypical "long legs," but their proportions were great, and their thighs were pleasantly plump—perfect for squeezing.
Their faces were adorably round too.
They almost looked like matching twin dolls.
According to the System, both sisters had zero prior relationships.
In other words, these pure, untouched girls had set their sights on Su Bai, making their move to change their lives in one decisive strike.
Talk about good taste.
After chatting for a while, Wan Xinyan’s mood brightened, her nervousness fading.
Su Bai’s style and aura were admittedly a bit aggressive—the kind of ruggedly handsome vibe that could seem intimidating.
But once they got talking, he was warm, reliable, and effortlessly pleasant.
It was clear Su Bai understood the struggles of ordinary people, far from being some spoiled, out-of-touch rich kid.
When the servers returned with the wine, Wan Xinyan, engrossed in her lively conversation with Su Bai, suddenly remembered something.
"Oh! I—I want to take a photo of the wine, the dishes, and the opening ceremony to post on my Moments. You don’t mind, right, Su Bai gege?"
"Don’t worry, you won’t be in the photos or videos," Wan Xinyue added.
"Sure, no problem."
Su Bai watched amusedly as the two happily snapped pictures, edited them, and crafted their social media captions.
The wine hasn’t even been tasted yet, and they’re already flexing.
Then again, it was pretty normal. Many girls seemed to treat fancy outings as incomplete without photographic evidence.
Su Bai couldn’t be bothered with photos and simply savored the wine.
Hmm…
Not bad.
What made it "not bad"? Su Bai couldn’t pinpoint the exact sommelier-approved descriptors, but the wine was rich, aromatic, with layers of fruit and complexity, a smooth finish, and no harsh aftertaste.
Definitely a good bottle.
He suspected even a mass-produced 20,000-30,000 yuan bottle could deliver a similar experience.
When it came to alcohol, Su Bai preferred red wine. He always found baijiu too astringent—a side effect of growing up on soda.
Looks like I’ll be splurging on more red wine for cashback rewards.
"Wahh!!!"
At that moment, Su Bai’s phone chimed with a distinct notification tone—
the one he’d specially set for Chen Yusheng’s QQ messages.
Though they’d initially connected on WeChat (under the ID "Rainstop"),
after reconnecting offline, they naturally gravitated toward QQ for daily chats.
For gaming and anime enthusiasts like them, QQ’s features were simply more versatile.
It's a private message from Chen Yusheng, huh? So, this guy slept from morning till noon and is already awake?
That's faster than expected. Given the intensity of binge-watching thirteen episodes of anime last night, I thought he'd at least sleep till evening.
Su Bai unlocked his latest iPhone Pro Max, saw Chen Yusheng's message, and nearly spat out his mouthful of red wine in amusement.
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