Andrew watched the youngsters laughing and roughhousing, his expression growing even warmer.
With an affable smile he bowed slightly and ushered Jiang Cheng's group into the hotel, narrating as they walked: "Our building dates from 1914—Edwardian Era. The restoration cost a hundred and thirty million dollars, every effort made to preserve its original appearance."
Crossing the lobby, they passed rose-bronze arcades on either side—imposing and elegant.
Antique writing desks and artworks filled the hall; the lavish décor set against black-and-white marble felt perfectly harmonious.
Andrew gestured toward the staircase: "The peacock-marble stair on the seventh floor is over a century old, epitomizing Nineteenth Century London's classic grace. Seven kinds of marble were used; five are now extinct, the remaining two exceedingly rare."
The group listened with little reaction.
After all, they'd stayed in plenty of luxury hotels back home.
Aside from the setting, the service here was actually less professional than what they were used to.
As Andrew escorted them to the front desk, a tall white Girl stood nearby, her back to them.
A tight black leather mini-skirt and a cropped halter left little to the imagination.
The sight made brows rise in unison.
Those full, round curves instantly suggested certain very comfortable positions to Jiang Cheng.
The woman was arguing heatedly with the receptionist.
"So today's charge is non-refundable—fine. But tomorrow's? I'm not staying, I want it back."
The Caucasian Waitress answered stiffly, "Your booking was prepaid; cancellation requires three days' notice."
Infuriated, the woman snapped, "This is British service? Get your manager."
Spotting Andrew, the Waitress looked relieved, shot the guest a glare, and quietly explained the situation.
Andrew's expression never changed.
He turned to Jiang Cheng: "My apologies, honored guests—an urgent matter. Please wait a moment."
Hearing the manager was present, the blonde spun around.
Golden hair swung, revealing a stunning profile.
Every man stared, transfixed.
None had expected such beauty behind that irritable voice.
They tried not to look too eager.
Yet the way they straightened their clothes betrayed their awe.
Qi Yuan muttered in Chinese, "Are all European women this gorgeous?"
Qin Fen raised a brow: "Dream on—she's top-tier."
Wang Congcong nodded. "Most Europeans look good young but age fast; a specimen like her is ultra-rare."
Wang Zheng added, "Those legs reach my waist. Looks like this trip will teach us plenty."
Chen Haosaid, "Old Wang, she won't pick you—she's eyeing Old Jiang."
After a sweeping glance the beauty's gaze locked on Jiang Cheng.
Only he and Qi Yuan topped six feet; the others fell short and lacked the looks to catch her eye.
Jiang Cheng's system-boosted face scored 93 points.
At that level, attractiveness crosses racial taste.
Her interest fixed on him, unabashed.
Europeans are open: she smiled boldly, eyes flirting.
The magnetism sparked; their gazes danced.
Seeing an elfin princess before him, Jiang Cheng stared back and triggered the Character Scanning System.
"System initiating—acquiring target data."
[Name: Chloe]
[Age: 19]
[Height: 178 cm]
[Face: 97]
[Body: 95]
[Privacy: 0]
[Favorability: 50]
Jiang Cheng noted Chloe's face score edged Zhou Ying's.
Golden hair, jade eyes, mile-long legs—Western bone structure grants an innate advantage.