Reborn in 2006, it's incredibly awesome!

A black Rolls-Royce Ghost, followed by a silver-gray Audi A6, slowly turned into the plaza in front of the Jinfeng International Hotel.

The hotel is a typical French architectural style, with off-white stone exterior walls, a high-ceilinged porch with four carved stone pillars, wide and bright glass doors, and a fountain in front of the door splashing fine water droplets that shimmer in the afternoon sun, making it dazzlingly grand.

The lobby manager was standing at the front desk giving instructions when, out of the corner of his eye, he caught sight of that familiar Rolls-Royce. His heart skipped a beat, and he immediately straightened up, lowering his voice to call out to the person next to him:

"Xiuer! Juaner! The boss is here! Come with me to greet him!"

The two tall, pink short cheongsam hostesses at the entrance were taken aback. They quickly straightened their skirts, put on their high heels, and followed the manager out to greet them.

The two doormen who were there to help push luggage saw this and quickly followed.

Lin Feng was the first to get out of the car, followed by the rest of the passengers. Looking up, they were all stunned by the towering, spacious hotel before them.

Wang Qian stared wide-eyed, her jaw nearly dropping, and tugged at Lin Feng's arm: "Xiao Feng, this... this is the 'hotel' you were talking about?"

Lin Feng nodded and said calmly, "Yes. It's a standard four-star hotel. There's a gym and swimming pool on the basement level, a coffee shop, tea house, and convenience store next to the lobby on the first floor, a buffet on the second floor, and Chinese, Western, and Japanese restaurants on the third floor. You can stay here however you like, just like at home."

Guo Yan stood there, looking up at the building from top to bottom, then at Lin Feng, wondering if she had misheard: "Son, say it again? This hotel belongs to our family?"

"Yes, it's ours," Lin Feng repeated with a smile.

At this moment, the manager and his men strode up to him, beaming and slightly bowing: "Boss, why didn't you let me know you were coming? I could have arranged for someone to wait at the door. Luckily, I spotted your car in the lobby right away."

"It's no big deal, why bother accepting?" Lin Feng waved his hand and stepped aside to let the people behind him pass. "These are my family and relatives, they're coming to stay for a while."

"Okay! Okay!" The manager nodded repeatedly, then turned and glared at the doorman and greeter beside him. "What are you all standing there for? Hurry up and help the guests with their luggage!"

The doormen and hostesses quickly stepped forward and carefully took the suitcases and bags from everyone's hands. The group walked in a long procession toward the hotel entrance.

Lin Feng glanced at his watch, then turned to the still-stunned crowd: "Do any of you have any dietary restrictions?"

Everyone shook their heads, still in shock and unable to recover, and no one responded.

Seeing this, Lin Feng didn't ask any more questions. He turned to the manager next to him and instructed, "Have the Chinese restaurant on the third floor prepare a large private room and serve sixteen dishes. You can decide on the combination, as long as the taste is moderate. We'll go there to eat at six o'clock."

He then pointed to Lin Haiyang beside him and added, "This is my dad. Arrange a van for him later; just give him the keys. If they need anything these next few days, you can contact him or call me."

"Okay, I'll arrange it right away!" the manager replied hastily, then turned and gave instructions to the catering department and the vehicle fleet via walkie-talkie.

Tian Jing walked half a step behind, her gaze fixed on Lin Feng's tall profile.

His jawline was sharp, and his tone was calm yet carried an undeniable certainty. Every gesture exuded the composure of a young man who had achieved success, completely different from the clumsy boys she had encountered before. As she looked at him, a smile and admiration unconsciously welled up in her eyes.

Cao Guilian nudged her gently with her elbow, lowering her voice but smiling, "Girl, what are you looking at? Let me tell you, if you can win over Lin Feng, our lives will be set. Put in a good effort at dinner tonight, talk to him more, and get his contact information."

Tian Jing's face flushed red to her ears. She quickly tugged at her mother's arm, her voice soft and urgent, "Mom, please stop! What would people think if they heard that!"

Cao Guilian curled her lips and said sarcastically, "What's there to be afraid of? Neither of us is married. My daughter's looks and figure are one in a million. Even celebrities aren't as good-looking as my daughter. And those two big bombs on your chest are better than 99% of women in the world. Lin Feng is lucky to have married you."

Tian Jing gently twisted the bag strap with her fingertips, then secretly glanced in Lin Feng's direction. "Stop talking."

The group walked to the front desk, and Lin Feng leaned against the counter, casually saying, "Book three presidential suites."

The front desk's fast-paced system produced three room cards in less than half a minute, which were handed over with both hands. The receptionist said respectfully, "Boss, they're all booked. They're on the 18th floor, next to each other."

Lin Feng took the room key and handed one to Guo Yan first: "Mom, you, Dad, and Grandma will stay in this room. The presidential suite is a luxurious two-bedroom apartment with plenty of room."

He handed another card to Wang Qian: "Auntie, you and Third Auntie will stay in this room."

Wang Qian immediately handed it to her third aunt: "Mom, you take it. I'm so forgetful, I'll lose it again."

Third Aunt held the room key, turning it over and over to examine it, then chuckled and muttered, "Presidential Suite? That name sounds so luxurious. It used to be reserved for presidents? We can have one now?"

Wang Qian laughed and took her arm. "Oh my god, it's just a name. It means the best room."

Lin Feng turned to Tian Jing and her daughter, handing them the last room key, his voice unconsciously softening: "Sister Jing, Auntie, you'll stay in this room."

Tian Jing blushed, nodded, and reached out to take it, her fingertips accidentally brushing against Lin Feng's fingertips.

Both of them paused slightly, looked up at each other for a moment, and then quickly looked away, as if they had been electrocuted.

The people around them saw it all, but no one said a word. Even a fool could see that the flirtatious atmosphere was far too obvious.

Tian Jing composed herself, mustered her courage, raised her head, and asked softly, "Lin Feng, can I add you on WeChat? If I have any questions about anything in Beijing, I can ask you."

"Sure, why not?" Lin Feng smiled and took out his phone.

Right in front of the whole family, the two of them looked down at their phones and added each other as WeChat friends.

Cao Guilian thought to herself, "As expected of my daughter! I was thinking of getting to know her better over dinner before adding her as a friend, but she's already added her. She's even more eager than me."

After adding each other as friends, the two put their phones away.

Each person had their own thoughts and slowly walked towards the elevator.

Wang Qian deliberately lagged behind by half a step, grabbed Tian Jing's arm, and whispered in her ear, suppressing a laugh, "You little bitch! I treat you like a best friend, and you actually want to be my niece-in-law? You've got the generations all messed up!"

Tian Jing blushed, reached out and gently pinched her, not denying it, and whispered, "Who doesn't like outstanding people? Besides, I call you 'Auntie,' you're actually getting the better deal!"

Wang Qian was taken aback, then laughed and scolded, "Oh my god? You've endured all this humiliation just to woo my nephew?"

Tian Jing smiled with her head down and didn't say anything.

On the other side, Cao Guilian was also arm in arm with Guo Yan, chatting and laughing as they walked: "Old Guo, what do you think of my daughter? Is she good enough to be your daughter-in-law?"

Guo Yan understood perfectly well what she meant, and gave an awkward smile, trying to smooth things over: "That's definitely enough, Jing is so handsome and sensible. It's just my son, he..."

"That's enough!" Cao Guilian interrupted her directly, her tone warm. "Look at our girl, not only is she beautiful, but she also has a great figure. Look at that big, round bottom, she'll definitely be able to give birth to a son, and it'll be a source of pride to take her out. So it's settled then, let them get to know each other first."

Guo Yan looked at her old classmate's determined expression and swallowed her words.

She couldn't very well say, "My son has more than a dozen girlfriends," could she? She could only nod with a smile, but sighed inwardly.

The elevator arrived with a ding, and the doors slowly opened.

As the group entered, the mirrored elevator walls reflected each person's image, each with their own thoughts and plans.

The numbers on the eighteenth floor ticked slowly, creating a subtle atmosphere in the enclosed space.