The top floor of the apartment was a 400-square-meter luxury flat, with all its interior design featuring the most advanced high-tech smart systems—automatic sensors and whole-house voice control, simple yet elegant.
After walking around the apartment, she felt increasingly hollow in her stomach.
She hadn’t noticed it in the car, but now that she had settled down, the hunger hit her.
Wait a minute?
Had she forgotten something?
Su Sili!
How could she have forgotten about this living, breathing person!
As if reading her mind, just as she was about to look for him, her phone rang.
As soon as she answered, a roar comparable to a pig being slaughtered blasted through the receiver, nearly rupturing her eardrums.
“Holy shit! Holy shit! Holy shit! Did that heartless, dick-pulling capitalist bastard kidnap you again?!”
Wanqing held the phone away from her ear. “I didn’t get into another man’s car—I got into that dog man’s car!”
The usually eloquent Su Sili was rendered speechless: “…”
A dog man is still a man.
After a few seconds of silence, he suddenly asked, “Do you like the interior design?”
By now, Wanqing had changed into a soft pink loungewear set. She walked to the balcony, turned on a floor lamp, and curled up in a comfortable rocking chair wrapped entirely in genuine leather.
Her straight, slender legs swayed casually.
“Hmm, but it would be even better if it were pink.”
If one looked closely, they would notice an extremely fine scar on her knee, though she usually covered it with makeup for public appearances.
Her surgery had been performed by the renowned foreign orthopedic specialist Dr. Charlie Canon, and her recovery had been excellent, leaving almost no visible scar.
But the high-definition lenses of the media were terrifying, and nowadays, netizens scrutinized images with a magnifying glass. They could count every tiny hair on your face, let alone spot a scar, so it was still necessary to cover it up when needed.
“Oh my god, pink? Hahahahahaha…”
Su Sili laughed like a fool.
“Pink? You actually want pink? How badly do you not want that capitalist spending the night at your place? What normal man could sleep on pink sheets? What normal man likes pink?”
Are men who like pink abnormal?
Then Qi Yan might be abnormal.
Wanqing rocked gently in her chair, her mind fixated on ordering a midnight snack.
Although eating late at night was practically suicidal for a female celebrity, indulging in some carbs and high-calorie food once in a while was acceptable.
At most, she could swim a few laps next door afterward.
Next to her home was a full 50-meter-long standard indoor swimming pool, her exclusive private domain.
The swimming pool had originally been built by the developer as a paid facility open to the public, located just a wall away from her apartment. Su Sili, worried that the noise from the pool would disturb her rest after it opened, simply bought the entire swimming pool.
Who knew where he got all that money.
Lost in thought, she opened her phone and swiped her fingers across the screen a few times, only to freeze in disbelief.
Ordering takeout had always been handled by her assistant, so she genuinely had no idea how to do it herself.
Sigh, if she didn’t constantly remind herself of her identity, sometimes she’d suspect she was a pampered little princess who never lifted a finger, completely out of touch with reality.
But then again, Uncle Fu had indeed raised her like a princess.
Just as she was feeling frustrated, the doorbell rang.
She tiptoed to the door and opened it a crack.
Standing outside was a man with European features.
“Hello, Trattoria del’Oste steak delivery!”
Wanqing was stunned for a moment. “Luca Brasi?”
Trattoria del’Oste was her favorite French restaurant, and the person at the door was none other than the restaurant’s owner and head chef, Luca Brasi.
An old acquaintance.
The handsome and dashing Luca Brasi winked at her.
“Hello, beautiful Miss Wanqing, long time no see! This is your specially ordered Chianina T-bone steak. Enjoy your meal!”
She sincerely invited Luca Brasi to come in and sit for a while, but he declined.
After closing the door, Wanqing couldn’t figure it out no matter how hard she thought.
Who had ordered the meal for her?
A top-tier pure French restaurant like Trattoria del’Oste didn’t offer delivery services.
Just then, her phone chimed with a WeChat notification.
She glanced down.
Suddenly!
Her heart fluttered with excitement!
Surprises often come when least expected!