TLCBITAR Chapter 56

Chapter 56: The Wealth Gap Between Young Master Zhou and the Male Lead

【This restaurant is more than three times bigger than the old Zhou family’s, right?】

【Do you really need such a big dining table when it’s just you eating usually?】

【If we sit at opposite ends, we’ll have to use megaphones to talk, right?】

Zhou Zhou rested his chin on his hand, his mind racing with thoughts.

It wasn’t until Pei Yanlie sat down next to him that he snapped out of it, responding with a puzzled “Huh?”

【With so many seats, why did he have to sit next to me?】

However, he didn’t dare ask. After all, it was Pei Yanlie’s house, and he could sit wherever he pleased.

The air conditioning was on in the restaurant. Noticing that Zhou Zhou was wearing thin sportswear, Pei Yanlie lowered his eyes and asked, “Are you cold?”

Zhou Zhou casually said, “It’s okay, I can handle it. I’m more afraid of the heat.”

As soon as he finished speaking, he sneezed loudly.

【Body, you’ve betrayed me! Are you slapping my face on purpose!】

Pei Yanlie frowned tightly, got up, walked to the living room, grabbed a suit jacket, and after spending five minutes going back and forth, draped the jacket over Zhou Zhou’s shoulders.

Zhou Zhou’s expression changed endlessly. He wanted to take off the jacket, but considering the other man’s sharp gaze, he could only mutter quietly, “Big Brother, I’m not a woman. This kind of behavior is really easy to misunderstand!”

“Keep warm if you’re cold. Don’t try to tough it out,” Pei Yanlie said in a light voice tinged with disapproval.

“Oh,” Zhou Zhou twitched the corner of his mouth and reluctantly replied.

He didn’t know what material the jacket was made of, but it was cool to the touch. No wonder Pei Yanlie didn’t feel hot wearing it.

Where others couldn’t see, he curiously reached out and touched it. The texture was smooth and delicate, definitely expensive.

Remembering what Mu Xinyao had said, he turned his head to look at the man next to him and casually asked, “Senior Pei, how much did my sportswear cost?”

Pei Yanlie took out his phone, checked it, and replied in a soft voice, “1.25 million.”

“Oh, 125 yuan, I was thinking… what? Say that again!”

His eyes widened, and he looked at Pei Yanlie with an incredulous expression.

【1.25 million? Am I deaf!】

【This set of sportswear costs 1.25 million?】

His fingers unconsciously lifted the hem of the sportswear, and he looked down. The feel was excellent, the fabric smooth and soft. He originally thought it would cost at most a thousand yuan!

【What kind of heavenly fabric is this? It’s too outrageous!】

【Pei Yanlie, I know you have countless zeros in your savings, but there’s no need to buy me such expensive clothes, ahhhh!】

【Can’t afford it, can’t afford it, can’t afford it!】

【How much do I have in savings anyway? It seems like not even two million?】

According to the original owner’s previous spending habits, the most expensive clothes at home were only a few thousand yuan. This was the first time he’d worn clothes worth over a million.

【Should I take it off and give it back to you?】

He felt very heavy-hearted, and the corners of his mouth drooped.

His eyes swept over the suit jacket, and he felt like his body was about to collapse, as if he were being weighed down by tens of millions of dollars, making it impossible for him to stand up straight.

【Could this jacket be worth tens of millions?】

Pei Yanlie crossed his legs, carefully observed his expression, the corners of his mouth gradually rising, and said softly, “Don’t think too much. Let’s eat first.”

“No, I’m not thinking too much,” Zhou Zhou casually said, clearly with an absent-minded expression.

【Why buy me such expensive clothes?】

【Even if I’m an old classmate’s younger brother, we’re not close enough for this, right?】

Zhou Zhou looked at him hesitantly, his eyes flickering with confused light.

【How do I ask? How do I ask?】

【Ahhh! So annoying!】

Pei Yanlie couldn’t help but raise his hand to rub his forehead, sighing softly, “Just ask whatever you want.”

Zhou Zhou bit his lip and said firmly, “Um… well, I’ll give you back the money!”

【No reward without merit!】

Pei Yanlie refused without thinking, “No need.”

He asked, “Why?”

Pei Yanlie looked at him meaningfully and said in a deep voice, “Too much money.”

Zhou Zhou: …

【Hehe, okay, I’m speechless!】

Pei Yanlie slowly rolled up his sleeves, revealing his sparkling diamond-studded wristwatch, and said softly, “Don’t feel any pressure.”

The silver light almost blinded Zhou Zhou’s eyes. He raised his hand to shield himself, muttering to himself: Tsk, is it necessary to wear such a lethal wristwatch!

At this moment, he realized how big the wealth gap between him and the male lead was.

Su Wanxing marrying him was simply an incredible stroke of luck, no loss!

If the simping Chen Qihang came here for a stroll, he would probably be heartbroken beyond repair. The rival in love and him are worlds apart, how can he compare?

Several middle-aged women in conservative uniforms walked out of the kitchen carrying dishes.

Zhou Zhou looked in the direction of the sound and started complaining again.

【The distance from the kitchen to the restaurant is too far. The dishes will be cold by the time they’re brought over.】

【Strange, where did the pretty nanny sister go? Why have they all been replaced by middle-aged women?】

Pei Yanlie snorted coldly in his heart. Little lecher, always thinking about beautiful women.

Three minutes later, exquisite dishes were placed one by one on the dining table.

Nine dishes and a soup for two people. Outrageous.

Zhou Zhou twitched the corner of his mouth wildly and asked, “Senior Pei, are your parents coming to eat?”

“No,” Pei Yanlie replied softly.

He picked up the hot towel next to the table and carefully wiped his hands, picked up the glittering golden chopsticks, placed a piece of fresh lobster meat in Zhou Zhou’s bowl, and said softly, “Eat. You’re thinking too much. Your brain must be tired.”

Zhou Zhou looked at him suspiciously.

【What was I thinking about?】

Seeing Pei Yanlie quietly watching him, his eyes seemingly mixed with deep and difficult-to-understand emotions, he quickly looked away, picked up his chopsticks, and said vaguely, “I can do it myself.”

【Are the eyes of rich people so complicated? It’s like watching a power struggle drama, it’s really incomprehensible.】

Zhou Zhou, who was passionate about melodramatic love stories, hated watching brain-consuming power struggle dramas the most. Studying was complicated enough on weekdays, so he naturally had to watch some mindless comedies to have fun in his free time.

He closed his eyes, cleared his mind, and then opened them, concentrating on enjoying the delicious food.

【What is this? So yummy.】

【The soup is sweet, what did you put in it?】

【Pei Yanlie, your family’s food is really to my taste. Remember to call me over for dinner more often in the future.】

At this time, his brain was already dominated by food. The expression on his face was perfect. It was a pity he wasn’t a food blogger.

Pei Yanlie looked at him openly, a hint of undetectable pampering flowing in his eyes, thinking that just a meal could please you like this, you are easily satisfied.

He unconsciously softened his voice, “Eat slowly.”

“Mmm,” Zhou Zhou nodded, his cheeks puffed out, and his phoenix eyes curved into a beautiful shape. He turned his head to look at Pei Yanlie, swallowed the food with a “gulp,” and praised with a smile, “Your family’s chef team makes food that’s even better than a five-star hotel.”

Pei Yanlie methodically enticed, “Do you want to eat it again in the future?”

Zhou Zhou answered without thinking, “Yes, I do.”

Pei Yanlie said, “In the future, I’ll have A’Hu bring you your three meals.”

Zhou Zhou froze for a moment, hesitating for a long time before answering, “That’s not very good, too much trouble.”

“No trouble.”

“Then… then I’ll transfer the food expenses to you.”

Pei Yanlie opened his phone, opened the QR code for the chat software, and motioned for the other party to add him as a friend.

Zhou Zhou didn’t think much about it, took out his phone and quickly scanned it, casually asking, “How much per month?”

“It doesn’t matter, whatever you want,” Pei Yanlie said again as he put food in Zhou Zhou’s bowl, a trace of joy in his eyebrows.

Zhou Zhou tentatively asked, “It can’t be whatever I want. How about 10,000 a month? Can you accept that?”

He nodded slightly, his thin lips parting slightly, “Whatever you like.”