The Tycoon's Fierce Pampering of His Wife

Tang Anzhi walked for a while and discovered a hotel up ahead with towering floors, so she headed over in that direction.

"Hello, miss! How may I assist you?" The front desk clerk asked with a welcoming smile, addressing the strikingly beautiful girl.

The hotel had a steady stream of guests, and she had seen numerous female celebrities, but none were as stunningly gorgeous as the lady before her eyes, her beauty almost blinding.

"I would like to book a room," Tang Anzhi said.

"Certainly, miss. We have standard and deluxe rooms, as well as the presidential suite. Which would you like to book?" asked the front desk clerk.

"Hmm, the presidential suite, please," Tang Anzhi replied without hesitation.

She used to be frugal, but she no longer wished to be that way; after all, she could still afford to stay in a presidential suite for the time being.

She wanted to treat herself to the experience of what a presidential suite would be like, having heard that the room service was exceptionally good.

"Very well, miss. Please present your ID card, and I'll check you in," the front desk clerk said with a smile.

Tang Anzhi took out her ID card from her purse and handed it over.

The clerk received it with both hands, quickly entered the information into the computer, and completed the registration.

Then looking up, she said to Tang Anzhi, "Miss, the deposit is fifty thousand. Would you like to pay by card or cash?"

Tang Anzhi took out her wallet from her purse, opened it, and pulled out an unused Black Card to hand over.

The front desk clerk had not expected a Black Card, which made her behavior turn more respectful. She had secretly thought that such a beautiful girl booking a presidential suite might imply she was being kept by someone.

She knew that their Ruijin Hotel in Beijing was quite famous, with the cost of a single night's stay being rather impressive. The least expensive presidential suite was forty-eight thousand per night, and the one she had booked for this miss was precisely that rate.

The money for one night's stay was equivalent to a whole month's salary for a senior white-collar worker.

It was unexpected that the girl would present a Black Card, which could only be used by the cardholder herself.

It seemed she must be a rich second generation.

It was a pity that she only thought this in her mind and did not say it out loud, otherwise, Tang Anzhi might have had to give a few mocking laughs.

After swiftly completing the process, the front desk clerk presented the key card with both hands and respectfully said, "Miss, this is the key card for room 2809. Please keep it safe! If you need anything, just dial the internal line. I hope you enjoy your stay!"

"Thank you," Tang Anzhi said indifferently, took the key card, and left.

Once she took the elevator to the twenty-eighth floor and found the room she had booked, she could see that this floor only had two presidential suites – hers and the one opposite.

Standing in front of the door, she used the key card for entry and walked in.

She also made sure to insert the card in its slot.

The entire room lit up instantly, revealing all its contents at once.

Tang Anzhi raised an eyebrow, quite satisfied with the presidential suite. Despite its steep price, everything here was indeed lavish and matched her aesthetic taste perfectly.

Moreover, the room was truly spacious, no wonder this floor only had two presidential suites.

She casually placed her luggage, then headed straight for the bathroom.

She had woken up in a rush this morning and hadn't taken a shower because she had been in such a hurry to leave.