Rebirth of the Peak Young Master

"Alright!"

Zhang Mengyao nodded and then put on a pouty face, acting coquettishly, "Darling, I'm so hungry."

"Let's go, we'll eat after!"

Lin Xian said as he walked to the reception desk and took out his wallet from his pocket.

He pulled out a few bills and handed them to the receptionist, instructing, "Please give this to the technician earlier—it's her tip!"

The technician earlier left him very satisfied.

A few hundred bucks for a tip, totally worth it!

The receptionist took the money with a look of envy and nodded, "No problem, Mr. Lin!" After two

sessions of treatment, Zhang Mengyao's condition improved significantly; she could now accept holding hands. The two of them walked out of the spa, Lin Xian holding her small hand, chuckling lightly, "Young lady, what do you want to eat tonight?" "French cuisine!"

Zhang Mengyao, still basking in the comfort of the spa, spoke with a slightly coquettish tone.

"Darling, you're so cute like this right now!"

Seeing the blush on her cheeks, Lin Xian couldn't help but reach out and pinch her cheek—

Slapping his hand away, Zhang Mengyao looked at him with an interrogative gaze, warning, "Fess up, which woman taught you this? I've never seen you like this before!"

Hehe.

Trying to trick me?

Still too naive at 1, 2, 3!

Lin Xian's expression remained unchanged, naturally saying, "Our relationship hadn't reached that level before."

"Have you pinched Princess Yan's cheeks?" Zhang Mengyao asked with anticipation. "No!"

"Really?"

"Really!"

Upon hearing Lin Xian's assurance, Zhang Mengyao was as happy as if she'd won five million, grinning widely.

Seeing this, Lin Xian raised an eyebrow, "Is there really a need to be this happy?"

"You don't understand!"

Zhang Mengyao glanced at him, smiling like a little fox who had successfully stolen a chicken.

Back in the room, Lin Xian handed her the hotel-supplied tablet to let her order food while he walked

into the mini-bar, pulling out a bottle of Ace of Spades.

He hadn't had champagne in a while and missed the fruity aroma.

Carrying the champagne over to Zhang Mengyao, Lin Xian poured two glasses, asking, "Finished ordering?"

"Finished, all set!"

Zhang Mengyao replied, putting down the tablet.

Taking a sip of champagne, the rich fruit aroma elicited a look of satisfaction in her eyes. Seemingly recalling something, Zhang Mengyao asked, "Lin Xian, are you familiar with Senior Sister Ling?"

Lin Xian's heart skipped a beat, unsure why she asked, but his expression remained neutral, "So-so, why?"

"Have you met her husband?" Zhang Mengyao blinked her big eyes, curious.

Lin Xian paused, puzzled, "Why are you asking?"

Zhang Mengyao explained, "I want to know what kind of man a woman as outstanding as Senior Sister Ling eventually chooses!"

Upon hearing this, Lin Xian nearly couldn't hold back his laughter.

Given Ling Yiyi's personality, hoping for her to marry is less realistic than expecting pigs to fly.

Lin Xian casually deflected, "I don't know, why don't you ask her yourself?"

Zhang Mengyao was slightly disappointed and said, "I'm not very close with Senior Sister Ling, so I'm embarrassed to ask." Lin Xian really wanted her to have less contact with Ling Yiyi to avoid negative influences. However, considering Ling Yiyi's shine among Jin University's female students, he eventually chose to keep quiet. The two snuggled up on the sofa, sipping champagne and chatting, feeling exceptionally leisurely.

Zhang Mengyao was thoroughly enjoying the atmosphere, curling up like a little kitten.

No, more like a big bear.

To be honest, her size made it hard to associate her with a kitten.

"Lin Xian!"

Zhang Mengyao slapped away his mischievous hand, grumbling, "Be honest with me!"

Lin Xian smirked, "Zhang Mengyao, isn't this a bit domineering?"

"Me, domineering?"

Zhang Mengyao was taken aback, full of disbelief.

Lin Xian teased with a wicked grin, "You have two and won't give me just one?"

"You big wolf!"

Zhang Mengyao instantly caught on, spat at him, and her small hand pinched his waist hard.

"Already an old couple, why still so shy!"

Lin Xian teased, wrapping an arm around her shoulder.

"Who's an old couple with you!"

Zhang Mengyao rolled her eyes at him, warning, "Lin Xian, you promised me at noon, only to do a spa."

"Why so resistant?" Lin Xian asked suspiciously, looking at her.

Zhang Mengyao was flustered under his gaze, feeling guilty, "I-I just wasn't ready."

"Really?"

Lin Xian was somewhat skeptical. "Believe it or not!"

Zhang Mengyao snorted, shutting her mouth.

Seeing her like this, Lin Xian was sure; this girl was absolutely lying.

Could it be that she had a secret he wasn't aware of? With this thought, Lin Xian found Zhang Mengyao increasingly intriguing.

At that moment, a knock on the door was heard, followed by the housekeeper Allen's inquiry, "Mr. Lin, your dinner has arrived. Are you available to dine now?"

Lin Xian instructed, "Come in!"

The door was opened and Allen led two waiters into the room.

After setting up the dining table in the living room, Allen bowed slightly and said with a smile, "Mr. Lin, is there anything else you need?"

"Not at the moment, you all can leave now," Lin Xian said with a smile, handing over a couple of bills.

"Alright, we won't disturb your meal. Have a pleasant dining experience!" Accepting the tip, Allen smiled

and, with the waiters, left the room.

Despite having seen this numerous times, Zhang Mengyao couldn't help but marvel,

"The life of the wealthy is truly carefree; no wonder so many women fight to be mistresses."

"Stop with the sarcasm, come and eat!"

Lin Xian urged, carrying the Ace of Spades and glasses to the dining table.

"Hmph!"

Zhang Mengyao scoffed, "Already defending your little sweetheart, huh?"

Lin Xian just smiled, saying nothing.

Despite her fierce words, she was actually covering up her previous guilt.

This made Lin Xian increasingly curious about her secret.

Honestly speaking, the French cuisine at the Jinling Shangri-La Hotel isn't as good as in Shanghai. But it's understandable; after all, top-level chefs are few in number, and not every branch can have one.

Of course, the so-called not so delicious here is only in comparison to the French cuisine at Shanghai's Shangri-La.

In comparison to outside Western restaurants, the value for money is still quite high.

After dinner, the two chatted for a while longer before Lin Xian began treatment.

Hypnosis, dream implantation.

The whole process, completely unnoticed by Zhang Mengyao, she unconsciously fell into a deep hypnotic state.

Morning.

Zhang Mengyao leaned against the bedhead, looking at Lin Xian with an odd expression.

She dreamt again last night.

Almost identical to last time, the dream was incredibly vivid, and she was fully lucid in the dream, a very peculiar feeling.

She's not an idiot, naturally sensing something's up.

If once was a coincidence, twice definitely isn't.

The key point is, every time Lin Xian takes her to a spa, she has dreams like this.

No way she'd believe there's no connection between the two.

"Why are you staring at me?" Lin Xian opened his eyes, surprised.

Just imagine, in a dim room, you wake up and open your eyes only to find your girlfriend staring directly at you—scary or not?

Zhang Mengyao wore a serious expression, "Lin Xian, did you do something to me?"

"You finally guessed it!"

Lin Xian yawned and slowly sat up, reaching to put an arm around her shoulder.

Zhang Mengyao pinched his waist, threatening, "Confess, and I'll be lenient. Resist, and I'll be strict, be honest!"

"It's nothing much, just giving you some psychological suggestions to achieve the purpose of treating your psychological issues," Lin Xian answered truthfully.

"Really?"

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