OFR – Chapter 273 The dinner is over

“Mm, alright, thank you.”

Mu Bai and the others—Mu Xiaoxiao, Zhou Xiaoyu—smiled and agreed with West Point Wen’s suggestion as they looked at the towering cake over a meter high in front of them.

Then, under the guidance of West Point Wen’s skilled hands, the cake “Love of the Princess” was slowly sliced.

As it was cut, the exquisite cake bloomed like a beautiful orchid.

At the same time, candles surrounding the cake lit up silently, and the universally known “Happy Birthday” song began to play.

The beautiful scene and exquisite craftsmanship truly lived up to the reputation of the Love of the Princess.

Soon, after the cake was sliced, Mu Bai and the others began to enjoy the delicious dessert.

Several beautiful waitresses standing near the private room couldn’t help but gaze at the birthday girl Mu Xiaoxiao with envy.

In their hearts, they fantasized—if one day a boy would throw such a lavish, dreamlike birthday party for them, how wonderful that would be.

But of course, they knew it was just their wishful thinking.

In a world so full of material desires, a prince charming who would spend such an astronomical sum just for a birthday was incredibly rare.

After all, tens of millions of RMB was enough to make countless people abandon their convictions, and for many seemingly unshakable feelings to give way.

Often, childhood sweethearts couldn’t compete with wealth and power.

In this moment—amid the complicated thoughts of the service staff and the sound of birthday music—Mu Bai and the others sipped fine wine and savored the cake.

Since Love of the Princess was a large party cake, the few of them barely made a dent in it. So Mu Bai waved his hand, signaling the hotel manager, the pastry chefs, and the waitstaff to share the rest among themselves.

This generous gesture didn’t just surprise the waitstaff—it even astonished the hotel manager and the master chefs, who never imagined they’d get to taste such a priceless dessert.

Indeed, with a price tag of $1.6 million USD, every single ingredient used in Love of the Princess was of the highest quality. Even the master pastry chefs had never tasted their own creation before.

So Mu Bai’s words immediately prompted a chorus of sincere, heartfelt thanks in the room.

“It’s nothing. Help yourselves,” Mu Bai replied with a nod.

Meanwhile, Liu Yan, Li Shishi, and Zhou Xiaoyu, unable to hold their liquor, started getting tipsy in this cheerful, festive atmosphere.

The staff had long since left the room.

The birthday girl, Mu Xiaoxiao, after just two glasses, was already leaning drowsily against Mu Bai’s shoulder, her long black hair cascading over her shoulder.

A few minutes later, completely drunk, Zhou Xiaoyu, Liu Yan, and Li Shishi dropped all pretense of their glamorous images. After a few chaotic rounds of drinking games, they were slumped over the table muttering drunken nonsense.

Mu Bai looked at the scene and helplessly shook his head.

The graceful and composed Liu Fei’er, however, wasn’t drunk.

Still, looking at the scene, she gave a wry smile and quietly helped the other girls sit in more comfortable and dignified positions.

She gave Mu Bai a nod and then stood up and left the room.

After the lively banquet scene had settled down and peace returned, Liu Fei’er glanced at the time on her phone—it was already 10 PM.

In fact, Liu Fei’er had stepped out of the room to settle the bill for the birthday celebration.

She didn’t want Mu Bai to shoulder all the costs.

Partly because she wasn’t sure of Mu Bai’s exact relationship with Xiaoxiao, and partly because Xiaoxiao had been taken under her wing by Dongfang Jing when she first entered the entertainment industry. After spending so much time together, Liu Fei’er had already come to see the sweet Xiaoxiao as her little sister.

And for a younger sister’s birthday, an older sister couldn’t just show up and not contribute, right?

With that in mind, Liu Fei’er didn’t summon a server but instead went directly to the hotel’s front desk to settle the bill.

Coincidentally, the hotel manager was at the front desk.

Knowing that this girl had come with “Young Master Leng,” he greeted her very politely: “Good evening, miss. Is there something I can help you with?”

However, her next words caught him completely off guard.

“Yes, I’d like to settle the bill for the birthday party. Can you tell me roughly how much it is?”

“You… you’re settling the bill?” the manager asked, visibly surprised.

Just moments ago, he had contacted General Manager Pu Erwen by phone. Upon learning that the renowned Young Master Leng was dining at the hotel, Pu had immediately instructed that all expenses be waived, regardless of amount.

But now this girl’s sudden request to pay left him unsure what to do.

“Yes, why? Is there a problem? Or do you think I can’t afford it?” Liu Fei’er calmly asked, pulling out a black Citibank card and placing it on the counter.

“No, miss, you misunderstand,” the manager replied. “It’s just that General Manager Pu gave express orders that all expenses for tonight are waived after hearing Young Master Leng was the guest. Now that you want to pay, I really… don’t know what to do.”

Looking at the prestigious Citibank black card on the counter, a symbol of elite financial status, the manager’s expression turned awkward and conflicted.

He had assumed the only VIP was Young Master Leng. The rest of the girls were just guests—he never expected that one of them could casually produce a card only people with annual incomes in the hundreds of millions could obtain!

But as the manager struggled with this awkward situation, Liu Fei’er herself was even more stunned.

“Waived?” she asked.

She actually had a decent understanding of Oasis International Hotel.

It was a top-tier, six-star hotel backed by a powerful British financial group. Its current controller, Pu Erwen, had a net worth in the billions and ranked in the top 50 on the Forbes China Rich List.

And yet such a powerful hotel magnate—someone at the pinnacle of wealth and influence—was actually trying to build connections with or even curry favor with Mu Bai?

This made Liu Fei’er’s impression of Mu Bai suddenly leap to an entirely new level.

She was beginning to wonder just what kind of titanic identity lay behind that calm and handsome young face.

“…Why do you all call him ‘Young Master Leng’? Can I know the reason?”

Finally, after a few seconds of processing the shock, Liu Fei’er voiced the biggest question in her heart.