Chapter 6830
No one can make me wait
But then, the old snake forcibly suppressed the anger in his heart.
He knew Di Tianyan's temperament well. Since his boss valued Xiao Chen so much, he couldn't act rashly for the time being.
He tugged at his collar in frustration, making it slightly deformed. He felt extremely uncomfortable here, every minute and every second felt like torture.
"I'm not staying here anymore!"
He muttered something under his breath, then turned around and quickly left the place that made him feel so oppressed.
He walked hurriedly, as if something terrible was chasing him from behind.
His figure quickly disappeared at the end of the corridor, leaving only the empty corridor, the faint light from the dim wall lamps, and the soft music that could be faintly heard in the distance, which sounded particularly ethereal and lonely in the quiet corridor.
Inside the private room, Xiao Chen sat alone on a large, comfortable sofa, which was as soft as a cloud, enveloping him completely.
He picked up the top-grade cloud and mist tea that the waiter had just served. The teacup was exquisite and small, with a delicate landscape pattern painted on it.
He took a small sip; the tea was fragrant and refreshing, spreading in his mouth with a subtle sweetness—it was indeed a good tea.
He closed his eyes slightly, enjoying this moment of tranquility.
But as time ticked by, the figure he expected never arrived.
Xiao Chen's originally calm eyes gradually revealed a hint of impatience. He frowned slightly, his brows resembling two small hills, and a trace of displeasure flashed across his eyes.
He put down his teacup, which made a crisp sound as it collided with the saucer, sounding particularly jarring in the quiet private room.
He got up, intending to ask the old snake emperor about his whereabouts.
He took a step, walked to the door of the private room, and gently pushed the door open.
The door slowly opened, and the scene in the corridor came into his view.
Apart from the dim yellow light emanating from the wall lamps and the faint sound of soft music drifting from afar, the corridor was deserted; the old snake had long since vanished.
Xiao Chen's brows furrowed tightly, as if they were being pulled by invisible threads, twisting into a deep furrow.
He always acts decisively and swiftly, like a sudden storm, and he dislikes people and things that are slow and inefficient.
In his world, time is efficiency, and efficiency is life. Every minute and every second should be used precisely, and no waste is allowed.
He would never wait for anyone in vain; in his view, waiting was a desecration of life and a sign of cowardice.
Even the Heavenly King, who is high above and revered by the world like a god, has no reason to make Xiao Chen wait in vain!
Who is Xiao Chen?
Those are people with their own pride and principles; how could they easily yield to others?
"That's all."
He silently recited a sentence in his heart, his voice soft but carrying an undeniable determination.
Since the person hadn't arrived yet, he had no interest in staying in this seemingly luxurious but somewhat dull place any longer.
However, nature calls, so before leaving, it's necessary to take care of these physiological needs.
Xiao Chen turned around, his steps steady and firm, and walked towards the restroom at the end of the private room area.
His shadow was stretched long under the corridor lights, exuding an air of aloofness and coldness.
Each step was taken with great rhythm, as if playing a melody of its own.
A moment later, Xiao Chen slowly walked out of the restroom. He looked relaxed, took a tissue from the tissue box next to him, and slowly wiped the water stains off his hands.
The movements were elegant and composed, as if they were part of a sacred ritual.
His fingers were long and slender, and looked even cleaner and tidier against the backdrop of the tissue.
Just as I reached the door of my private room, I saw a female server wearing a cheongsam specially made for the club walking towards me with light steps.
The cheongsam was meticulously designed by the club, made of the finest silk fabric, embroidered with exquisite patterns, and shimmered with a captivating luster under the lights.
The waitress had a slender figure, as graceful as a willow branch swaying in the wind.
She had delicate features, with eyebrows like distant mountains, eyes like stars, and a slight upturn at the corners of her mouth, carrying a faint smile that brought joy to anyone who saw her.
She carried an exquisite silver tray, its unique design and delicate patterns carved along the edges, shimmering with a silvery light under the lamp.
On the tray were several uniquely shaped pastries, including mung bean cakes shaped like flowers, custard buns shaped like small animals, and crystal cakes carved with exquisite patterns. Each one looked incredibly tempting.
Beside it was a pot of freshly brewed tea. The teapot was small and exquisite, with wisps of steam rising from its spout, emitting a faint aroma of tea.
Clearly, this was carefully prepared for him.
At Qujiang Club, the hospitality for distinguished guests is always so thoughtful and meticulous, without the slightest carelessness.
Xiao Chen dislikes being disturbed by outsiders in his private space, especially since his upcoming conversation with Di Tianyan might involve some confidential matters.
Those secrets are like treasures hidden in the dark; once they are discovered by outsiders, they may trigger a series of unpredictable troubles.
He reached out and stopped the pretty young woman, his voice calm yet carrying an undeniable authority: "Give it to me, I'll take it in myself."
The waitress paused slightly, a hint of surprise and confusion flashing in her eyes.
At Qujiang Club, the service process is extremely strict, like a precisely operating machine, with clear regulations for every step, and there has never been a precedent of guests carrying their own things.
It was like someone suddenly breaking the script during a grand performance, leaving her somewhat bewildered.
But she quickly came to her senses, and when she saw that the person in front of her was the very guest whom the old snake had personally instructed to "serve carefully and not to be negligent in the slightest," she immediately suppressed her doubts.
Her face quickly broke into the sweetest professional smile, a smile as warm and radiant as the spring sunshine.
She carefully handed over the tray, her hands trembling slightly, as if she were handing over an incomparably precious treasure, afraid of making the slightest mistake.
"Okay, Mr. Xiao."
Please enjoy your meal.
If you need anything, just press the service bell in the private room.
The waitress bowed slightly; her voice was clear and melodious, like a babbling brook in the mountains or a warbling oriole singing sweetly on a branch.
Every word seemed meticulously crafted, carrying just the right amount of enthusiasm and respect.
Her attitude was extremely respectful. She leaned forward slightly, her eyes filled with awe and humility, as if the person standing before her was not an ordinary guest, but a deity who controlled her destiny.
Working here, she felt like a small boat sailing on a turbulent sea, deeply aware of one truth: those who could step into the VIP rooms of Qujiang Club were at the very top of the social pyramid. (End of Chapter)