After dealing with a series of affairs and having a chat with several local entrepreneurs in Macau, by the time everything was wrapped up, it was already evening.
There was no urgent schedule for the next day, and it wasn't necessary to fly back to Hong Kong overnight. So Fu Lian decided that the two of them would stay here for one night.
Since she had come with him in the first place, Wen Baozhu naturally had no choice but to follow his lead.
After dinner, a waiter came over and politely inquired about the suite arrangements for the night.
"Mr. Fu, Room 707 has been cleaned and the linens have been changed. You can check in at any time tonight."
Wynn Palace is one of the most luxurious and longest - established entertainment and gambling hotels in Macau.
On weekdays, besides ordinary guests, it also receives noble guests from all over the world.
As one of the hotel's investors, Fu Lian naturally has a private suite here.
The word "private" here means that this suite is not open to the public. Only Fu Lian has the lifelong right to use it.
The waiter stole a glance at Wen Baozhu.
Mr. Fu had been on business trips to Macau so many times, but it was the first time he had seen Mr. Fu bring a woman here. He paused for two seconds. "And this young lady..."
Fu Lian lifted his eyes and glanced at the man. There was little emotion in his eyes.
The man immediately understood. "I'll arrange for you two to check in right away."
There was no need to introduce her identity or say anything more. Even the waiter himself regretted his extra question and was afraid of angering this young master.
This was the world of the upper class.
Every word, every sentence, every action, every look in the eye had to be handled with extreme caution, without the slightest mistake.
This was the wealth that the lower - class people yearned for.
She remembered Zhang Sumei's jealous and sharp scolding, saying that she "had a good life". She just found it ridiculous.
The glamour was only for show.
If she had a choice, she would rather go back to the small courtyard in Fucheng and spend the rest of her life with her grandmother.
Of course, she didn't have a choice now.
Wen Baozhu sighed silently in her heart and quietly followed behind Fu Lian. All she could see was the broad outline of his back.
Wynn Palace was always magnificent. The red velvet carpet muffled their footsteps almost completely.
The elevator doors opened and then closed in front of them.
The entire elevator was lined with reflective glass on all six sides, clearly showing every subtle expression on the faces of the people inside.
Wen Baozhu suddenly remembered the way the man had casually twirled the cards at the gambling table just now, and the image overlapped with the man in the mirror.
Wen Baozhu unconsciously stared into Fu Lian's eyes in the mirror for a long time.
"Ding", the elevator reached the floor.
The sound pulled Wen Baozhu back to her senses. She realized that she had been staring into the eyes of the mirror image of Fu Lian and quickly looked away.
Fu Lian quietly curved his lips.
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Whether in Hong Kong or Macau, luxury presidential suites didn't look very different.
It was just a matter of which one had more luxurious furniture and decoration, softer carpets, bigger bathtubs, and more dazzling crystal chandeliers on the ceiling.
In the room, there was a dark - brown heart - shaped mahogany Parisian classical bed. The white sheets were smooth without a single wrinkle, and the bench at the foot of the bed was placed in just the right position.
Wen Baozhu looked up and saw several oil paintings hanging on the wall.
She walked over and took a closer look at the signatures. She found that they were all masterpieces.
There was also one, "The Swan" by the Norwegian Impressionist painter Sollo.
The dark - blue lake, the snow - white swan with its neck bent to preen its feathers, and the dim sky that could be either evening or dawn...
She felt inexplicably depressed.
"What are you thinking about?" She had been standing in front of this painting for too long, so Fu Lian walked over and looked at the painting with her.
Wen Baozhu suddenly came to her senses and turned to him. "Are these paintings Mr. Fu's personal collection?"
Collecting, horse - riding, and playing golf were among the hobbies of the rich. Presumably, Fu Lian was no exception.
Fu Lian didn't deny it. He folded his arms and nodded. "It's boring for them to gather dust in the warehouse. It's better to display them where people can see them."
"The value of a painting lies in being appreciated."
Wen Baozhu said, "But only you live in this room. The only people who can see these paintings are you."
She added, "And the cleaners and hotel staff."
"But you're seeing them now too."
Fu Lian said casually. "I bought this painting in Italy last month. This is the first time I've seen it in person."
Why would a big boss need to go to the auction in person? He just needed to glance at the sample pictures of the auction items, and there would be people to bring them back for him.
The time and energy of the rich were calculated in terms of money.
After a day of flying, dealing with Zhang Sumei, and chatting with an old friend during dinner, Fu Lian was really exhausted.
At this moment, he was completely relaxed.
He undid the top button of his shirt and rolled up his sleeves to his elbows. He said in a friendly tone, "Don't you think this swan looks like someone?"
As he said this, he pointed at the swan with its neck bent to preen its feathers. "It's not in the best position in the picture, but in the secondary one."
It didn't draw much attention, but it was still eye - catching enough.
"It doesn't fight or quarrel. It seems out of place with the other swans. But it doesn't care about that. It just wants to take good care of its feathers."
Wen Baozhu listened quietly. She seemed to understand what he meant towards the end. She opened her lips, but was afraid that she was being narcissistic and misunderstanding his meaning.
Fu Lian smiled. "What are you afraid to say? It looks just like you."
That was why he had taken a fancy to this painting at first sight.
"I don't want to be like it." Wen Baozhu shook her head. "The environment is so depressing. If I were it, I would fly out of the picture."
The setting and atmosphere of the whole painting were so dull that she didn't like it.
She quickly added, "Sorry, I don't understand art."
Fu Lian looked at her half - smiling for a few seconds. He tucked the loose hair behind her ear and noticed that her earlobes were bare. "Where are the pearl earrings I gave you before?"
"I was in a hurry when I went out."
It was just a temporary excuse. In fact, she had been in a bad mood recently and didn't want to dress up at all.
Fu Lian didn't intend to believe her. "A batch of pearls from the Philippines will arrive tomorrow. If you're interested, you can take Zhou You to pick some."
The topic changed so quickly that Wen Baozhu was caught off guard.
Fu Lian helped her tidy up her hair and slowly lowered his hand. His eyes were deep and obscure. "My swan just needs to take good care of her feathers and be beautiful every day. Don't think about anything else."
It was like her because she was his bird.
After saying that, he patted her on the back comfortingly and loosened two more buttons. "Okay, go take a bath."