Daily Intelligence: Forced to Save the Beautiful President at the Beginning

The manager wasn’t buying it. A mocking smile curled at the corners of his mouth. ”Mr. Pei, for primary card members of Zhanghua Mountain Villa, there is no such thing as ’parents limiting the amount’—the primary card’s authority is entirely controlled by the cardholder themselves. Only supplementary cards are restricted by the primary cardholder, and the maximum daily spending for a supplementary card is indeed only 50,000.”

He intentionally emphasized the words ”50,000,” as if deliberately slapping Pei Yunxiao in the face.

As soon as these words came out, Pei Yunxiao’s face instantly turned from pale to ashen. His hand resting on the table was trembling. He wanted to defend himself, but he found his throat blocked, unable to utter a single word—Manager Liu’s words had completely stripped away his last shred of dignity, leaving no room to fix the lie.

Just then, a crisp sound of footsteps came from the hallway, and Song Zhiwei walked over, leaning on Zhang Fan’s arm.

She held a black primary card in her hand. The gold-stamped ”Zhanghua Mountain Villa” logo on the card shimmered coldly under the lights. Her entire aura was a world apart from the little follower who used to trail behind Pei Yunxiao.

”Manager Liu, it’s so lively. Did something happen?” Song Zhiwei’s voice was calm but possessed an undeniable penetration, instantly drowning out the noise at the entrance of the private room.

Seeing Song Zhiwei, Manager Liu immediately dropped his mockery of Pei Yunxiao and replaced it with a respectful smile. ”Miss Song, you’ve arrived. This gentleman spent 870,000 tonight and says he can’t pay the bill, yet claims to be a member. We are currently verifying the situation.”

”Miss Song?” Li Na and Wang Ting were stunned at the same time, looking at each other, both seeing the same confusion in the other’s eyes.

Manager Liu didn’t even know the ”Pei” in Young Master Pei’s name, only calling him ”this gentleman,” yet he addressed Song Zhiwei as ”Miss Song” one after another. The difference in treatment was too vast, wasn’t it?

Li Na gripped her glass, her tone full of disbelief. ”No way?! That manager just called Song Zhiwei ’Miss Song,’ but he couldn’t even name Young Master Pei’s surname—could Song Zhiwei really be that young lady?”

Wang Ting frowned as she spoke, then paused with a bit of uncertainty. ”Then what about Young Master Pei’s side...?”

”How is that possible!” Ruan Shu immediately interrupted, her voice rising as if to suppress that inexplicable doubt. ”It’s not like it’s the first time Young Master Pei has taken us out to eat and drink. That Michelin restaurant we went to last time, didn’t Young Master Pei pay for that too? What’s there to guess blindly? It must be Song Zhiwei playing tricks behind the scenes!”

Just as she finished speaking, Song Zhiwei happened to walk up to them. Seeing Ruan Shu pointing at her, a hint of bewilderment appeared on her face as she lightly tapped her own chest. ”Me?”

”It’s you!” Ruan Shu acted as if she had caught her red-handed, her tone becoming even more aggressive. ”You must have conspired with the hotel manager to cause trouble on purpose! She’s just the daughter of a nanny; why should she be the young lady? Young Master Pei, don’t you agree?” As she spoke, she deliberately turned to look at Pei Yunxiao, her eyes full of flattery.

A faint smile played at the corners of Pei Yunxiao’s mouth, but there was no warmth in his eyes. He thought to himself: There’s no helping it; Ruan Shu’s sucking-up skills are truly top-notch.

He had almost let the cat out of the bag just now, but she was able to immediately pull the conversation back and even shift all the trouble onto Song Zhiwei—as expected of the person he had chosen back then; clever enough, and ’sensible’ enough.