OFR – Chapter 256 Sir, why is he a king?

When the boy’s voice fell, the lobby manager felt as if he were in a dream.

Cold!
Even though he had already guessed it in his heart, hearing the boy personally confirm it still shocked him beyond belief.

He swallowed hard and opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but no words came out.

If he hadn’t just read the commentary about “Cold” on the rich list, he would never have guessed that this boy—whose face always carried a gentle smile—was actually the legendary super-tycoon who had recently shaken the elite circles of Nanjing.

At the flower exhibition auction—Young Master Cold—three sky lanterns set alight billions in wealth.

At the charity gala—Nalan black card user Cold—he paid three hundred million for the Blood Dragon Stone, silencing the entire hall of elites with overwhelming aura.

At the speculator conference—anonymous user Cold—he lavishly spent over a billion, igniting a spectacular contest of seven sky lanterns in a night of dazzling extravagance!

Any single one of those events would be unbelievable enough to make one’s blood boil.

Even the older lobby manager had been so shocked and stirred when he first heard about these events that he stayed restless for several hours before finally calming down.

He knew that if he were ten years younger, Cold would absolutely have become his lifelong idol.

But what he never imagined was that the boy who had once made even an old man like him feel so stirred… was now standing calmly right before him, with a warm and approachable smile on his handsome face.

“Hmm? What’s wrong? Not welcoming me?”

The boy’s lighthearted, half-joking tone snapped the manager out of his daze. He immediately responded with utmost respect and deference:

“C-Cold… Young Master Cold, how could a humble hotel like ours not welcome you? I’ll get everything arranged for you right away. Thank you—really, thank you so much. I—I’m so honored to see you in person… I don’t even know what to say…”

“Alright, I understand. Go handle the registration.”

Mu Bai smiled gently at the stammering lobby manager and spoke softly.

“Yes, yes! Thank you, Young Master Cold! I’ll take care of it now. We sincerely appreciate you joining our alliance.”

The lobby manager bowed respectfully and backed out of the private room.

His deeply reverent behavior did not go unnoticed by Li Xiaoqing.

She may not have known the full extent of her boss’s identity, but from what she just witnessed, she could easily deduce that his status stood at the absolute pinnacle of Nanjing’s elite society.

Otherwise, why would a manager from a nearly five-star hotel act with such almost obsequious reverence?

That thought filled Li Xiaoqing’s heart with shock.

Still, she didn’t say anything—smart enough to know what should and shouldn’t be spoken.

“Come, Xiaoqing, let’s eat. By the way, this hotel’s wine is excellent—you should try it.”

Mu Bai’s deep, magnetic voice brought her back to her senses. She nodded and smiled:

“Mm-hmm. Thank you.”

She had originally intended to address him affectionately as “Little Mu,” but the words just wouldn’t come out.

After all, when the disparity in status between two people becomes too great, even a simple form of address tends to shift into a more respectful tone.

Just like no employee would ever call the chairman of Qianda Real Estate “Little Wang.”

“Mm, let’s eat.”

Mu Bai said softly.

About half an hour later, he and Li Xiaoqing had finished their meal.

The lobby manager returned with a beautifully crafted VIP card and handed it to Mu Bai with the utmost respect before personally escorting them out of Shuangyun Tower.

“Young Master Cold, we look forward to your next visit.” The manager said warmly.

“Alright, I will. You may go back now.”

Mu Bai waved lightly and replied softly before turning toward the parking lot, where his luxury sports car awaited.

When the distinct low growl of the engine sounded, the manager’s gaze grew slightly dazed.

Yes—although he had confirmed that the boy in front of him was the same “Cold” listed fifth on the Nanjing rich list…

In his heart, it still felt unreal. The boy, with his ever-gentle smile, looked far more like a refined gentleman out of a wuxia novel than the domineering, awe-inspiring titan described in the rumors.

Watching the Bugatti Veyron disappear into the distance, the manager suddenly recalled a line from some novel he’d read:

“What makes a nobleman a king?”

Meanwhile, Mu Bai had already left Shuangyun Tower and, not long after, returned with Li Xiaoqing to the villa in Xuanwu Zhongshan.

Upon entering, he glanced at the perpetual calendar in the living room and noticed it was already past 2 PM.

He first led Li Xiaoqing into the villa and gestured for her to explore and get familiar with the surroundings.

The Zhongshan villa was the pinnacle of Nanjing luxury real estate, only rivaled by the prestigious Purple-Gold Mansions.

Inside, the extravagant furnishings stunned Li Xiaoqing, who let out a couple of surprised gasps as she followed behind Mu Bai.

And that was after she had mentally prepared herself beforehand—otherwise, she might’ve lost her composure completely.

The villa featured not only lavish top-tier furnishings but also exclusive amenities like a private hot spring and a small swimming pool—luxuries she had only ever heard of, never seen in person.

Looking at the overwhelming opulence around her, and realizing that she’d now be living here to take care of this boy, Li Xiaoqing felt a complex mix of emotions.

Was it surprise? Shyness? Maybe both?

She truly couldn’t say.

But what she could say for certain was this:

If not for this boy’s favoritism toward her, she would never in her lifetime earn a monthly salary of 100,000 yuan…
She would never get to ride in a breathtakingly luxurious Bugatti Veyron…
She would never be able to live in a villa that only the wealthiest elites could afford.

So, in this moment, she felt deeply grateful to the boy who had opened the door to an entirely new world for her.

Maybe some people would say this was “gold-digging.”
But Li Xiaoqing didn’t think so—because every girl, at some point, dreams of living like a princess.