The swimming pool at the Four Seasons Hotel was located on the top floor, and it was also equipped with a gym.
The environment of the pool was excellent, and after swimming, you could relax on the lounge chairs, looking out through the floor-to-ceiling windows to enjoy the view below.
However, the hotel's swimwear prices were quite steep. A pair of swim trunks cost 300 yuan, and women's swimsuits were even more expensive, typically over 800 yuan.
Both Wang Lan and Yan Xiaoman were more conservative, so they chose one-piece swimsuits.
After picking out the swimsuits, Lin Xian didn't hesitate and paid for them immediately. Yan Xiaoman, on the other hand, couldn't help but mumble, "So expensive!"
"It's about twice the price in the market, but it's still decent. At least Arena swimsuits are good quality, unlike the cheap stuff they sell at other hotels," Wang Lan said, having lived in the city for many years and knowing a bit about different brands.
After Lin Xian changed into his swimsuit, he noticed that the two women hadn't come out yet, so he decided to jump into the pool alone.
At this time, there weren't many people in the pool—just two or three individuals lazily lounging on the deck chairs, napping.
After swimming a few laps, Yan Xiaoman and Wang Lan finally emerged from the changing room.
The moment Lin Xian saw Yan Xiaoman, he was momentarily stunned, a little taken aback by her appearance.
Her one-piece swimsuit highlighted her 168 cm height perfectly, with her long, slender legs that looked nearly flawless. The solid black color of the swimsuit made her skin appear fair and flawless.
The only drawback was that she was a bit on the flatter side, but that added a certain charm to her appearance.
It was Yan Xiaoman's first time at the swimming pool, so she appeared a little shy.
Especially after feeling Lin Xian's gaze, she became even more embarrassed, quickly jumping into the pool, with only her little head showing above the surface, looking incredibly cute.
Since they weren't in a romantic relationship, Lin Xian didn't want to make things awkward. After a quick glance, he turned back to swim on his own.
Wang Lan and Yan Xiaoman didn't swim either, but instead, they enjoyed soaking in the water while chatting quietly.
"Lin Xian's skin is so nice, I'm a bit envious," Wang Lan said, glancing at Lin Xian with envy.
"Yeah! I don't know how he got such good skin," Yan Xiaoman agreed.
"Hey, Yan Xiaoman, do you think he has some secret skincare routine?" Wang Lan asked, now more interested.
"Probably not?" Yan Xiaoman wasn't sure, and then added, "Maybe you can ask him?"
"Lin Xian!" Wang Lan waved her hand.
Hearing his name, Lin Xian turned around and swam toward them.
"What's up?"
"Lin Xian, your skin is so good. Do you have any skincare secrets?" Wang Lan asked with expectation in her eyes.
"Secrets?" Lin Xian raised an eyebrow, joking, "Of course I have!"
"Can you teach us?" Wang Lan's eyes brightened, looking excited, and even Yan Xiaoman seemed all ears.
Seeing their eager expressions, Lin Xian couldn't help but roll his eyes inwardly. Women!
"Sure!" Lin Xian nodded, pretending to be serious, and said, "It's actually simple. Just eat Sichuan food at least twice a day for 18 years, and you'll have skin like mine."
Wang Lan had been so excited before, but after hearing the last part, she realized Lin Xian was joking and immediately looked disappointed.
In truth, Lin Xian wasn't lying completely. His father, Lin Guodong, was an expert in Sichuan cuisine, so their family had been raised on it. He just didn't realize that women from Chengdu, who ate Sichuan peppercorns, small chili peppers, and dried chilies every day, still managed to maintain flawless skin.
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The three of them stayed at the pool until around 4 p.m. before returning to their room.
After showering and drying their hair, it was almost 6 p.m. before they realized how much time had passed.
Swimming was such a physically demanding exercise that Lin Xian was already famished.
"It's getting late. Should we go eat?" Lin Xian asked.
Yan Xiaoman, feeling hungry too, nodded, "Sure, where should we go?"
Lin Xian suggested, "Let's eat at the Four Seasons Xuan restaurant here in the hotel. It's a Michelin one-star restaurant, worth a try."
After deciding, the three of them headed to the restaurant on the second floor.
The prices at Four Seasons Xuan were typical for a Michelin-starred restaurant—88 yuan for a fried rice, 98 yuan for stir-fried beef ho fun, and a pot of tea costing 200 yuan...
The three of them ordered five dishes, but they had to wait nearly an hour before all the dishes arrived.
Luckily, the restaurant had a self-serve dim sum section to tide them over.
When the dishes finally arrived, Lin Xian tasted each one and couldn't help but frown slightly.
The flavors were fine, but that was about it.
If this were a regular restaurant, Lin Xian wouldn't have said anything, but as a Michelin one-star restaurant, it was disappointing. The main dishes weren't as tasty as the dim sum, and the wait time was far too long. If there was one highlight, it was the service.
"It's a bit disappointing," Lin Xian put down his chopsticks and commented.
"It's okay. I think the dim sum is really good!" Yan Xiaoman said, happily munching on a pan-fried bun.
Foodies were often easy to satisfy.
Wang Lan laughed, "Are all rich people so picky about food?"
"It's not about being rich. Maybe I had my expectations set too high," Lin Xian shook his head.
He had grown up with a very refined palate, thanks to his father's influence, and he had come to the restaurant with high hopes.
As the saying goes, the higher the expectations, the greater the disappointment.
The meal cost 2800 yuan. After settling the bill, Lin Xian asked, "Shall we head to the bar now?"
"Let's go. Don't wait too late, or we won't get a spot," Wang Lan nodded.
The Bund at night was the most crowded area in the city. And there were only a few outdoor bars, so if they went late, they would have to wait in line for a long time.
As the sun finally set, the scorching heat of the day faded away, and the entire city instantly became cooler.
Wang Lan drove the BMW MINI, chatting casually while waiting at a red light, "Lin Xian, did you use to frequent nightclubs?"
"Do you have some kind of misunderstanding about rich people?" Lin Xian shook his head and smiled, "Not everyone is into the flashy nightlife and wild partying. There are so many interesting things in this world; nightclubs are just one of them. Honestly, I've never been to a bar before, so I thought I'd check it out."
If it were any other rich second-generation, Wang Lan might not believe a word of it.
But when it came to Lin Xian, it was entirely believable.
He had a calm aura about him, and though he was still a little naive at times, his behavior was always appropriate—unflashy and humble. That made it easy for others to trust him.
"Wow, Lin Xian, you're basically the perfect boyfriend model. If I were five or six years younger, I'd definitely go after you!" Wang Lan laughed.
Although she said it as a joke, it was clear that Wang Lan was very impressed with him.
Having lived in the chaotic, commercial city of Modu City for many years, Wang Lan had seen all kinds of rich people. But someone like Lin Xian—quiet, down-to-earth, and not flaunting his wealth—was as rare as a national treasure.
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