OFR – Chapter 272 Princess’s Love

Sure enough, after just a few words—

The boy in front of the lobby manager confirmed that the legendary “Princess’s Romance” cake could indeed be made tonight, and casually ordered one—this cake worth 1,600,000 USD.

1.6 million dollars, which is about 10 million RMB.

Such a price, while perhaps affordable to quite a few people in the world—or even in Nanjing—is still shocking.

But the lobby manager knew that the young man in front of him was, so far, the only person in the world aside from Prince William of England to ever order this cake.

Though the “Princess’s Romance,” the most luxurious, legendary, and top-tier cake, had always been listed on the menu at Oasis International Hotel, and many dignitaries and celebrities had inquired about it, no one had ever truly placed an order.

Because at the end of the day, no matter how legendary a cake is—it’s still a cake.

To throw down 10 million just for a cake…

Honestly, in all his years in the hotel industry, this was the first time he had seen anything like it.

He truly couldn’t imagine what kind of strength or wealth the boy possessed to spend money so extravagantly without even blinking.

This “Young Master Leng,” not even twenty, had already topped the wealth rankings of Nanjing’s elite—surpassing even the hotel owner Pulvin of the Yingzhou Consortium. His mysterious identity and legendary actions had made him a revered figure among Nanjing’s younger generation.

Even many older adults, upon hearing of his exploits, couldn’t help but feel stirred.

So when Leng Shao confirmed his order of the “Princess’s Romance,” the lobby manager was overcome with a mix of emotions he couldn’t quite describe.

He only knew one thing: this boy was terrifyingly powerful.

“Yes, very well, Young Master Leng. Please wait a moment—I’ll immediately summon our hotel’s top-tier pastry team to begin preparing the Princess’s Romance. As the cake involves a very complex process, it will take some time. Would that be alright?”

The manager spoke with utmost courtesy.

“How long is ‘some time’? Will an hour be enough? I’d like it ready before 7:30.”

Sitting on a plush chair, Mu Bai glanced at the perpetual calendar on the wall and asked softly.

It was already after 6 p.m., he realized.

Although he, Mu Xiaoxiao, Zhou Xiaoyu, Liu Fei’er, and the others weren’t office workers and could party all night, still—Zhou Xiaoyu and the others were women, and as top-tier celebrities, staying out too late might attract unwanted gossip.

So, he didn’t plan to linger too long at the hotel.

“Yes, Mr. Leng, don’t worry. I’ll go inform the team right away. The cake will be ready by 7:30. I guarantee you will have the most perfect Princess’s Romance cake in the world.”

The manager glanced at the time and replied with deep respect.

With a bit over an hour remaining, and the full force of the hotel’s kitchen behind it, he believed that would be enough to complete the cake.

“Alright, go ahead then.”

“Yes, yes, Mr. Leng.”

After a few polite words, the lobby manager quietly left the private suite.

Meanwhile, the rest of the waitstaff began bringing in the fine wines and exquisite dishes that Mu Bai and his companions had ordered.

Amid this banquet, Mu Bai, Zhou Xiaoyu, Liu Fei’er, and the others raised glasses of the perfectly decanted Romanee-Conti red wine, to toast Mu Xiaoxiao.

“Xiaoxiao, happy 20th birthday! Heehee, you’re officially an old lady like us now,” Zhou Xiaoyu teased.

“Pfft, you little girls love making fun, but once you hit our age, you’ll know what ‘youth fades fast’ really means. Me, Fei’er, and Shishi—whether in the entertainment industry or in real life—are already past our peak. No matter how hard we try now, it’s just to extend our careers a bit. But you and Xiaoyu—you two are just getting started. You must work hard. Happy birthday, Xiaoxiao. I wish you a smooth and successful future.”

Liu Yan, the oldest of the group, replied a bit melancholically after Zhou Xiaoyu’s joke.

Indeed, the entertainment industry churns out new young talents every year. For stars like them, once past 35, it’s hard to achieve further breakthroughs.

And for women like Liu Yan—who relied on looks and figure—it was emotionally painful to see time leaving marks on their faces.

“Heehee, Sister Liu Yan, what do you mean ‘youth fades’? You still look amazing!”

Mu Xiaoxiao smiled and comforted her.

And so, the goddesses of the entertainment industry chatted cheerfully while enjoying the exquisite food at the Oasis Hotel.

Perhaps it had been too long since they’d relaxed like this. By the time the Princess’s Romance cake arrived—an hour later—they were already a bit tipsy.

When the cake, like a flawless work of art, was carefully brought in by a group of servers, all of them were briefly stunned.

Those faces adored by millions were filled with sheer disbelief.

Even though they had attended countless high-profile celebrity and tycoon parties and eaten the rarest delicacies, this was still the first time they had seen such a beautiful birthday cake.

When they finally snapped out of it, they couldn’t help but gasp in admiration.

Amid this awe, several pastry chefs from the original royal team—all of whom had once been honored by the British royal family—personally entered the suite holding a beautifully bound guestbook.

They wanted Mu Bai and Mu Xiaoxiao to sign it.

They had made it a tradition to record the names of everyone who had ever enjoyed the Princess’s Romance cake.

Mu Bai casually took the book and saw the very first names listed: Prince William and his princess.

After a moment of thought, he didn’t refuse and directly signed his name—“Leng”, the name known by nearly everyone in Nanjing.

Mu Xiaoxiao, hearing the pastry masters assure them that the record would remain private, also signed her name.

“Thank you, handsome Mr. Leng and beautiful Miss Mu. Thank you for adding another glorious chapter to the legend of the Princess’s Romance. Your names will forever be linked to this cake—just like Prince William and his princess.

“Now then, would you like me to help you cut the cake?”

The lead pastry chef, Xidian Wen, put away the guestbook and bowed with a gentlemanly smile.