Qin Huai smiled and nodded: "Young Master Xiang is absolutely right."
Xiang Dongchen sighed and said, "Young Master Qin, it seems I won't be able to have this meal. I forgot my membership card, so I can't even get through the gate. I don't think even you, Young Master Qin, can get me in, right?"
Xiang Dongchen was indeed quite wary of Ye Jingya.
A self-made woman who amassed a fortune of billions in just eight years.
It has a considerable amount of energy.
Even he didn't want to actually have a conflict with Ye Jingya.
But he didn't bring his membership card this time; his main purpose was to make things difficult for Qin Huai.
Qin Huai shook his head and said, "I think Young Master Xiang is absolutely right."
"Then let's forget about it. Let's just find another place to eat something casually. Although Young Master Qin broke his promise, I can understand."
Qin Huai smiled and said, "Why go back on your word? I already said that Young Master Xiang is absolutely right."
"Which of my statements is correct?" Xiang Dongchen raised an eyebrow, sensing the unusual meaning behind it.
"You're absolutely right that rules are meant to be broken."
As Qin Huai spoke, he stepped forward, pointed to his face, and said to the bodyguard in black, "Young Master Xiang can't use his face, but can I? My name is Qin Huai."
Upon hearing this, the bodyguard in black immediately stepped aside, bowed deeply, and said, "Welcome, Young Master Qin."
The other bodyguards also made way, bowing in return: "Welcome, Young Master Qin!"
Xiang Dongchen's eyes widened.
Ye Jingya is a woman who is completely unyielding; once you're on her turf, you have to follow her rules.
In this small corner of Chongcheng, no one can avoid it.
Why can Qin Huai use facial recognition?
Qin Huai nodded with a smile, then turned to Dong Chen and beckoned with his finger: "Young Master Xiang, Buddha Tower Rice."
Watching Qin Huai swagger into the threshold of the Orchid Pavilion, Xiang Dongchen shook his head, a playful look on his face: "Interesting."
Upon entering the Orchid Pavilion Waterside Pavilion, the gentle sounds of the guzheng resonate.
A faint, pleasant scent of incense filled the air.
Rainwater pattered on the eaves and in the artificial hill and pond.
A thin mist was spreading, constantly unfurling and rolling.
The overall environment is very peaceful and relaxing.
As Qin Huai entered the main hall, he saw some diners, some dressed in suits and ties, others in casual clothes, and they were all talking quietly.
Their demeanor exuded an air of nobility born from a long period of pampered life.
Qin Huai shouted loudly, "Someone, take me to the private room!"
This shout immediately startled the guests present.
Some recognized Qin Huai and suddenly realized what was going on.
Those who didn't know Qin Huai were filled with surprise, which then turned into mockery.
This is Lanting Waterside Pavilion, the most exclusive private club in Chongcheng.
The fact that they can enter it already demonstrates their refinement and prestige.
Who dares to cause trouble at the Orchid Pavilion Waterside Pavilion?
Those who didn't know Qin Huai, seeing his unfamiliar face and arrogant, spoiled manner, assumed he must be a rich kid from out of town, thinking that he could act arrogantly here just because he was rich and powerful.
They could almost picture Qin Huai being beaten up and thrown out of the Lanting Pavilion in a sorry state.
Xiang Dongchen watched Qin Huai's performance with great interest.
Shouting is not allowed inside the Lanting Waterside Pavilion.
If it were anyone else, Xiang Dongchen felt it wouldn't be surprising; at the very least, they would be asked to leave.
But Qin Huai was different; he was the first to break the rules of the Lanting Pavilion and enter by scanning his face.
I imagine that making a big fuss won't cause any problems.
"What's going on? Is there no one breathing in the Orchid Pavilion?" Qin Huai became increasingly dissatisfied.
Tap tap tap...
Several bodyguards in black rushed over.
Some people viewed it with even more mockery.
Immediately afterwards, the bodyguard with a long scar on his head bowed deeply to Qin Huai and said respectfully, "Welcome, Young Master Qin! It was my fault for not providing adequate hospitality. Please forgive me. The Emperor's Hall is ready. Please follow me."
"Hmph, lead the way."
"Young Master Qin, please be careful of the slippery floor."
As Qin Huai was led away by his bodyguard in an almost humble manner, everyone was stunned and couldn't help but whisper among themselves, asking others about Qin Huai's background.
After learning Qin Huai's identity, he suddenly realized what was going on and memorized Qin Huai's face. He thought that when he got back, he would have to talk to his good-for-nothing children and make sure they didn't offend him.
Xiang Dongchen was increasingly puzzled.
I heard that Ye Jingya has connections in Beijing.
Even if Qin Huai is the eldest son of the Qin family, Ye Jingya doesn't need to fawn over him like this, does she?
Could it be...?
Xiang Dongchen was making malicious guesses in his mind when they arrived at the Emperor's Hall.
Just as the two were seated, a group of beautiful women with graceful figures and delicate features, dressed in cheongsams, quickly approached carrying trays.
Her steps were as light as a butterfly fluttering.
With each stride of her long legs, her cheongsam billowed, its high waist and slit revealing glimpses of the beautiful scenery.
On the tray, one after another, exquisite dishes were placed on the table.
Everything that flies in the sky, swims in the water, runs on the ground, and is a delicacy from the mountains and the sea—it has it all.
The banquet consists of thirty-six dishes and is known as the Heavenly Feast.
This is already the highest standard that Lanting Waterside Pavilion can offer.
Xiang Dongchen was stunned for a long time.
Even with his prestigious membership, it's extremely rare for him to enjoy the Heavenly Banquet.
How exactly did Qin Huai manage to do that?
"Young Master Xiang, how are you feeling?"
Qin Huai himself was shocked by the extravagance of high society.
He, a young master from a wealthy family, had a tough childhood.
I once thought my family was so poor that we couldn't even afford to wear bitter tea.
I didn't realize my father was incredibly wealthy until I was sixteen.
Even so, he was unable to enjoy luxury.
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