Yan Ziwei lowered her eyes, concealing the resentment in them.
"Yan Ziwei, you've got some tricks up your sleeve," Fu Yunshen laughed. "However, the Fu family will not form a marriage alliance with the Yan family, so you should give up on that idea."
“Brother Haikuo…” Yan Ziwei looked at Fu Haikuo with a wronged expression.
“Miss Yan, the Fu family doesn’t need a marriage alliance, and I have no romantic feelings for you, so please don’t do these pointless things anymore.” Fu Haikuo said, then stood up. “These two dishes were just served and haven’t been touched yet. If you haven’t eaten, you can try them.” He then walked away.
Fu Yunshen smiled and said, "I've already paid the bill, so please eat whatever you like." Then he left the private room.
Yan Ziwei could no longer maintain her composure and flipped the table over.
Fu Yun Shen, who hadn't gone far, heard the sounds coming from the private room. He pursed his lips, then grabbed a waiter: "All the damage in that private room is to be paid for by the people inside themselves. Don't put it on the Fu family's bill." He was about to leave when he suddenly stopped, leaned close to the waiter's ear, and said, "You can ask for more."
The waiter was stunned for a moment, then hurriedly ran to the private room, just in time to run into Yan Ziwei coming out. She glanced at the mess in the room and grabbed the waiter: "You have to pay for this."
"Didn't someone sign the contract?"
"They said they're only responsible for the cost of the food; they're not responsible for any damage," the waiter said with a smile. "So, you'll have to cover the cleaning costs for these tables, chairs, dishes, and the private room."
"I..." Yan Zimeng was almost furious when she heard this, but she couldn't lose face, so she took out a wad of money and handed it over, "Is that enough?"
"That's hard to say." The waiter didn't take the money, but smiled instead. "We need to check with the front desk. Here, please."
Yan Zimeng almost vomited blood. She had three or four thousand yuan in this money, wasn't that enough? But knowing that she couldn't leave without paying, she had no choice but to go to the front desk.
Upon hearing the situation, the receptionist quickly sent two cleaners over to tidy up.
Ten minutes later, the cleaning staff came out and found eight plates, four porcelain bowls, two teacups, seven wine glasses, two spoons, and a teapot broken. A round table was overturned and cracked, the glass turntable on top was also shattered, and a chair had its back broken. The carpet was basically ruined after being soaked in soup and water, and there was also wallpaper…
The receptionist took a calculator and quickly calculated a price: nine thousand nine hundred and fifty-five.
"Here's ten thousand." Yan Zimeng could only pull out another stack of cash. "Keep the change." Then she turned to leave. Luckily, she had withdrawn ten thousand in cash from the bank today.
"Don't rush," the receptionist called out to the other person. "These are just the prices of the damaged items. The wallpaper is also stained. It's impossible for you to pay for the whole house, but you should at least pay a portion. Let's say this is 1,000 yuan, so you owe 10,955 yuan. We'll just round it down for you. Will you pay 10,900 yuan in cash, by QR code, or by card?"
Ten thousand yuan is simply not enough.
Yan Ziwei's expression was truly fascinating. In the end, she could only take two deep breaths, put away the cash, and take out her phone: "Scan the code."
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