Can't afford to pay for the takeout? Stunning CEO: Then pay with your body!

Chapter 123 I'm not very good at it!

Zhang Yan ignored him and simply picked up a knife, making two cuts in the thickest part of the lamb leg to let the heat penetrate.

This dismissive attitude made the gray-haired man feel a little embarrassed.

Especially in front of the girl behind him.

"Hey! I'm talking to you! Are you mute?"

The gray-haired man raised his voice, "It's just a sheep, what are you pretending to be? Believe me or not, I'll get the manager over here..."

"Squeak—"

The floor-to-ceiling window was pushed open.

Nie Qingcheng came out wrapped in a blanket.

She wasn't even wearing shoes, walking barefoot on the heated, anti-corrosion wooden floor.

The cold wind tousled her hair, but it couldn't dispel the innate chill on her face.

"roll."

There is only one word.

The sound wasn't loud, and though it was mixed in with the howling wind and snow, it clearly reached the ears of everyone next door.

The gray-haired man paused for a moment.

With the help of the balcony lights, he could see Nie Qingcheng's face clearly.

In that instant, he almost dropped the champagne glass in his hand.

nice.

So beautiful.

Even without makeup, even wrapped in a blanket, his overwhelming aura made the two internet celebrity faces behind him pale in comparison.

But then, a surge of anger, fueled by humiliation, welled up inside him.

"Who the hell are you? Who are you telling to get lost?"

The gray-haired man pointed at Nie Qingcheng, "Do you know who I am? My father is..."

I don't care who your father is.

Zhang Yan suddenly put down the brush in his hand.

He picked up the sharp meat cleaver and rubbed it against the sharpening rod a couple of times.

Sparks flew everywhere.

He turned around, knife in his hand, his clear eyes devoid of any emotion, calmly looking at the gray-haired man.

"This lamb is what I roasted for my wife."

Zhang Yan said calmly, "If anyone dares to utter another word of nonsense, I'll hang him on the grill to sober up this lamb."

It was clearly a joke.

But seeing the gleaming knife in Zhang Yan's hand and the meat-cutting motion he had just made, the gray-haired man felt a chill run down his neck.

This person... seems like they really dare to make a move.

Just as the situation reached a stalemate, Manager Qian rushed over with several security guards.

"What happened?"

Manager Qian broke out in a cold sweat when he saw this situation.

"Old Qian! You've come at the perfect time!"

The gray-haired man looked at them like they were his saviors. "What kind of manners do these two have?"

"They're occupying the next room and preventing anyone from speaking, and they're even threatening me! Get them out of here!"

Manager Qian didn't even glance at him, and walked straight up to Nie Qingcheng, bending over at a ninety-degree angle.

"Mr. Nie, I'm so sorry to have disturbed your meal."

Then, he straightened up, turned around and looked at the gray-haired man. The smile on his face vanished instantly, replaced by a cold and hard expression.

"Young Master Zhao, your room reservation has been cancelled."

"What?"

The gray-haired man was dumbfounded. "Old Qian, are you crazy? I'm..."

"No matter who you are."

Manager Qian interrupted him, waving his hand, "Show him out."

"From now on, none of the properties under the Xueyun Hotel will accommodate these individuals."

Several security guards immediately stepped forward and, ignoring the gray-haired man's shouts, forcibly "invited" him out.

The world is finally quiet.

"Well handled."

Nie Qingcheng gave a casual comment, then her expression changed instantly. She stared longingly at the grill, "Honey, is it ready yet? I'm starving!"

Manager Qian wisely withdrew, closing the terrace door behind him.

Zhang Yan smiled and swiftly brought his knife down.

A piece of crispy, fragrant, and steaming hot lamb leg landed on the plate.

He picked up a piece, blew on it, and held it to Nie Qingcheng's lips.

"Try it."

Nie Qingcheng opened her mouth and bit down.

The outer skin is crispy, and the meat juice inside bursts in your mouth instantly. There is no gamey taste, only a rich meaty aroma and just the right amount of spices.

"Hmm!"

Nie Qingcheng's eyes lit up instantly. "Delicious! Even better than that Michelin-starred chef in Jinghai!"

[Ding! Nie Qingcheng's happiness level +1. Current: 99/100.]

Zhang Yan felt a secret thrill as he watched the numbers flashing above her head.

This isn't feeding sheep, it's clearly racking up points.

The two sat on the terrace, tending the stove, drinking warm yellow wine, and eating meat heartily.

Snowflakes were falling heavily outside the window, while the room was warm and cozy.

After finishing a lamb leg, Nie Qingcheng let out a satisfied burp, leaning lazily against Zhang Yan, her cheeks slightly flushed from the alcohol.

"Zhang Yan".

"Um?"

"This place is really nice."

Looking at the dark outline of the snow-capped mountains in the distance, Nie Qingcheng thought, "I wish I could live here forever."

"If you want to stay, then stay. You're not short of money anyway."

While wiping her mouth, Zhang Yan said, "We're going skiing tomorrow. I heard the off-piste slopes here are really exciting."

The person in my arms suddenly stiffened when skiing was mentioned.

Nie Qingcheng's previously dazed eyes instantly cleared, even showing a hint of... panic?

"What's wrong?"

Zhang Yan noticed her unusual behavior.

"that……"

Nie Qingcheng sat up straight, her fingers unconsciously twisting the edge of the blanket, stammering for a long time.

The female CEO who was a force to be reckoned with in the business world was actually blushing a little at this moment.

"What's wrong? Are you cold?"

Zhang Yan teased her.

"No." Nie Qingcheng bit her lip, as if she had made a great decision, before whispering, "I... I'm not very good at skiing."

"Not really" is a bit of a stretch.

"that is……"

Nie Qingcheng's voice grew softer and softer, "so soft that I couldn't even stand up straight."

Zhang Yan was stunned for a moment, then couldn't help but burst out laughing.

How could the head of the prestigious Qingcheng Group have such poor athletic ability?

"What are you laughing at!"

Enraged, Nie Qingcheng pinched him, "Nobody's perfect, you know that! I'm busy making money, I don't have time to learn this!"

"Okay, okay, I won't laugh."

Zhang Yan grasped her hand, his smile deepening.

No wonder my happiness level was stuck at 99 earlier.

So that last little bit was waiting for us here.

He leaned close to Nie Qingcheng's ear, his warm breath brushing against her neck with a hint of seduction.

"It won't be just right."

"Tomorrow, your husband will teach you step by step."

"Guaranteed to teach you until you learn, tuition... in return for your body."

Nie Qingcheng blushed and was about to call him a pervert when Zhang Yan picked her up and strode towards the bedroom.

"Hey! You haven't showered yet! You smell like mutton!"

"It's okay, I don't mind."

"Zhang Yan! You bastard... ugh..."

Outside the window, the wind and snow intensified.

But this does not affect the fact that springtime is just beginning to show inside.

As for skiing?

That's for tomorrow.

Tonight, let's try something else.