Chapter Ninety-Nine: The Purple-Haired Girl

“Waiter, the bill please.” Xiao Hai and his mother could no longer endure the tense atmosphere, so they called over the waiter to settle the check.

“Sir, your total comes to 1.01 million yuan. We’ve rounded it down to an even 1 million. Will that be cash or card?”

The waiter’s words nearly made Xiao Hai want to crawl under the table in shock—this single meal cost a staggering one million yuan.

“Waiter, you must be mistaken. How could it be so much? We didn’t order any expensive dishes. Are you just overcharging us because it’s our first time here?”

Coming to his senses, Xiao Hai began accusing the waiter, convinced the hotel was trying to rip him off with inflated prices.

“Sir, here is your itemized bill. Please take a look.” The waiter cast a disdainful glance at Xiao Hai before handing over the bill.

Xiao Hai took the bill and began checking each item. To his astonishment, the white sturgeon caviar that Chu Feng had ordered was priced at 130,000 yuan per serving. Chu Feng had ordered four servings—totaling 520,000 yuan.

Looking further down the list, the bottle of Lafite was priced at 86,000 yuan each, and Chu Feng had ordered five bottles. Together, the caviar and Lafite alone amounted to 950,000 yuan.

Chu Feng had also ordered several other dishes, bringing the total close to one million yuan.

“Chu Feng, how dare you cheat me? You’re paying for this one million bill today!” Xiao Hai threw the bill at Chu Feng, demanding he foot the tab.

“Han Xuefang, I kindly invited you all to dinner, but you took my son for a fool. I won’t pay this bill, and I’m calling the police.”

Xiao Hai’s mother, Aunt Wang, joined in the accusations, claiming Han Xuefang and her boyfriend were scamming their way through the meal.

“Just one thing—I want to clarify that when I ordered, your son told me to order whatever I wanted. I think you remember that clearly.”

Chu Feng calmly repeated what Xiao Hai had said earlier—that he had indeed told Chu Feng to order freely.

“So because we told you to order freely, you did? What if I told you to jump off a building? You wouldn’t do it, right? You can’t even understand a polite remark. I don’t know how you’ve gotten by this far.”

Naturally, Aunt Wang had no intention of paying the million-yuan bill. Though they owned a small company in Nanhai City, their business was mediocre at best, barely making ends meet.

“If you don’t have the money, stop pretending. Don’t put on airs when you’re broke. You invited us here for a meal, so I’ll pay this time. But consider this a lesson: don’t brag without the means.”

Chu Feng pulled out his card, swiped it on the waiter’s POS machine, and entered his password. Within seconds, a notification arrived on his phone confirming the payment.

Hearing Chu Feng’s words and seeing him casually pay one million yuan, Xiao Hai and his father gathered their belongings and left the private room, their faces burning with shame. They hadn’t expected Chu Feng to effortlessly slap them down like that.

“Waiter, please pack up all the untouched dishes. I want to take them with me, and make sure you use fresh containers.”

There were still many dishes left uneaten on the table. Chu Feng intended to bring the food to the soldiers on duty at the hospital, who worked tirelessly every day.

Before long, the waiter boxed up the remaining dishes and handed Chu Feng a golden membership card.

“Sir, this is our hotel’s membership card. With this, you get a 5% discount at any of our locations nationwide.”

Chu Feng pocketed the card without much thought. Such cards were inconsequential to him, but since it was offered, he accepted it politely.

After escorting Han Xuefang and her parents to their destination, Chu Feng drove back to the hospital.

Although Chu Feng had paid the meal, he barely glanced at the one million yuan; his own card held at least two hundred million yuan. This wealth came from the medical fees he earned treating wealthy clients—each case netting him several million.

Waiting at a traffic light, Chu Feng suddenly noticed a girl with purple hair standing nearby, waving at him.

Thinking she might be a rich girl out alone without a bodyguard or money, he stopped the car beside her.

“Little sister, where are you headed? I’ll give you a ride,” he said with a lighthearted tone as he rolled down the window.

“Big brother, I haven’t eaten for days. Please take me to get some food.” The purple-haired girl leaned on the passenger window, her large eyes shining as she looked at him.

Suddenly, a wave of drowsiness washed over Chu Feng, as if he was about to fall asleep instantly.

But the girl, resting on the window, had secretly drawn a crossbow bolt from her back waistband. If she pulled the trigger, the bolt would pierce Chu Feng’s head.

At the critical moment, Chu Feng slammed the accelerator, and the car shot forward like an arrow from a bow. The purple-haired girl was knocked several meters away by the speeding vehicle.

Chu Feng ran multiple red lights on the way back to the hospital. Once there, he parked the car and sat breathless in the driver’s seat.

He had just sensed a mortal threat. When he thought he was about to die, something appeared in his mind—this mysterious force had pulled him back from the brink of sleep.

Fully alert now, Chu Feng instinctively pressed the gas pedal, and the car surged forward. In the split second as he pulled away, he caught a glimpse of the girl’s hand holding something familiar—but he couldn’t place it.

Chu Feng thought for a moment, then retrieved the packed food from the back seat.

Carrying the boxes upstairs, he found Old Wang and asked him to distribute the food among the soldiers promptly.

After Old Wang handed out the meals, Chu Feng returned to his ward, where Old Chen was still lying in bed reading.

“You went out and came back so quickly. Did someone look down on you?” Chen Lao knew exactly why Chu Feng had left.