CHAPTER 441: CHAPTER 441: UNABLE TO SPEAK FALSE LANGUAGE

Li Haidong restrained his expression and deliberately said in a superior tone, "What’s it to you? Just drink and have fun. Stop minding other people’s business."

"Oh." Sang Ning responded coldly and said no more.

Since the items of unknown origin were unclaimed by everyone, the sunglasses Louis brought with the program’s certification were naturally accepted by the guests without hesitation.

Sang Ning casually wore a pair. Sure enough, luxury brand sunglasses lived up to their name—the lenses were high-definition, with excellent light-blocking effects.

She adjusted the glasses and looked around before her gaze landed on Louis. She took off the sunglasses and said with concern, "Louis, perhaps you should take off your jacket? It’s hot, and you might get heatstroke."

Louis smiled and shook his head, "No, this is the only way to showcase the professionalism of a gold-tier butler. Also, this beautiful and distinguished lady—please call me by my work name, ’Xiao Lu,’ while I’m on duty."

Sang Ning’s facial muscles twitched a few times. After struggling for a moment, she awkwardly uttered, "Xiao... Lu..."

Louis placed his right hand on his chest and bowed gracefully, radiating gentlemanly charm, "Beautiful lady, it’s my honor to serve you."

Sang Ning: "..."

This sudden addition of Louis naturally accompanied Sang Ning and the others on their journey back to New Island.

Once they arrived, their initial booked homestay was canceled. Louis informed them that he had reserved accommodations for them in the most luxurious hotel in the world.

Sang Ning thought his words were somewhat exaggerated. After all, New Island was an obscure small island; what kind of quality hotel could it possibly host?

Let’s not even talk about hotels—just the homestay arranged by the program team, which, according to Zhou Rui, was already the best the area had to offer.

But this so-called "best," in China, was merely comparable to a budget chain hotel.

Sang Ning chalked it up to polite exaggeration. After all, they were filming a show, so Louis was undoubtedly inclined to put things in the best light.

The guests followed Louis to a coastal area on New Island. The sand here was incredibly fine, devoid of shells or debris in the gravel, making it comfortable to walk barefoot. It felt as soft as sinking into cotton.

Faced with such a beach, the guests abandoned their flip-flops, savoring the salty sea breeze as their bare feet embraced the sand.

Sang Ning was relatively restrained, mindful of her image. Her movements were slow and deliberate as she used her hands to remove her sandals, neatly placing them beyond the reach of the waves. Then, lifting her dress slightly, she walked gracefully and lightly along the sand.

Jiang Xiaoti and Lu Yujing mirrored her actions; as young women wearing dresses, they still had to maintain their idol-like demeanor even if they wanted to let loose.

Wei Lan and Li Haidong, given their age, refrained from acting overly exuberant.

However, Qin Feng and Song Shiye seemed to have reverted to the joys of childhood. Their flip-flops were kicked off mid-run, flying backward as they sped forward.

The pair ran back and forth along the coast, arms spread wide like birds against the wind. Their hair stood up high from the gusts, while pursed lips emitted carefree "woo-woo" sounds that harmonized with the sea breeze.

A gust of wind swept by, lifting Sang Ning’s hair high, exposing her smooth forehead. She suddenly felt a wave of contentment, unexpectedly infected by Qin Feng and Song Shiye’s youthful energy. She couldn’t resist pulling out her phone to snap a picture of the duo.

The shot perfectly captured the moment when Qin Feng and Song Shiye crossed paths. Their lowered arms brushed fingertips together, while their raised arms formed a giant human-shaped butterfly with wings spread toward the sky.

Sang Ning posted the photo on Weibo, captioned: "Beach, waves, sea breeze—all the better when paired with two drunken butterflies."

[Wow, Sang Ning’s photo is amazing! She really captured the youthful energy of Qin Feng and Song Shiye.]

[So envious! Who’s even running this terrible office schedule? I need a break too! I want to go wild at the beach—can’t imagine how stress-relieving it would be.]

[I don’t think Sang Ning’s caption should call them drunken butterflies. Clearly, they’re colorful butterflies—just look at those brightly patterned beach shorts! They’re so ridiculously flashy.]

Louis, with his impeccable professionalism as a butler, waited patiently while the guests indulged. He did not interrupt but stood silently nearby until they seemed to have had enough fun. Then, he stepped forward to remind them of their agenda.

"Distinguished ladies and gentlemen, is now a good time for Xiao Lu to take you to the world’s most luxurious hotel?"

"Sure."

Several voices answered at once. Sang Ning turned back, slipped on her sandals, and followed behind Louis.

Once everyone gathered, Louis guided them westward along the coastline. After walking approximately five or six hundred meters, several wooden houses connected by wooden walkways appeared on the horizon, stretching out into the sea.

From the outside, these houses differed little from typical wooden structures, aside from being somewhat larger.

Sang Ning sighed inwardly—true to her expectation. Unable to resist, she joked with Louis, "Xiao Lu, is this the world’s most luxurious hotel you mentioned? I feel like I could sue you for fraud."

The other guests also displayed hints of disappointment.

"Seriously? This isn’t any better than the homestay we were at last night."

"These are just closer to the beach. There are plenty of decent ocean-view accommodations on the island already."

Unfazed by their skepticism, Louis gestured invitingly, "Good or bad, you’ll have to experience it yourselves. Distinguished ladies and gentlemen, please come this way."

Sang Ning walked toward where Louis had indicated, with Song Shiye striding beside her. "Let’s see what’s actually going on here," he remarked.

They followed Louis’s direction toward a small wooden door that served as the entrance. A glance revealed a downward staircase beyond.

The entry was narrow, allowing passage one person at a time. Initially walking ahead, Sang Ning quickly slowed to let Louis move forward. She stood opposite him, facing the door, and gestured politely, "Uncle Hai and Sister Lan, after you. We younger folks will follow."

"Bootlicker," Li Haidong quipped as he passed by, shooting her a glance with his ever-restless tongue.

Wei Lan shoved him forward from behind. "Hurry up—how can you never shut that mouth of yours?"

Ever since learning about Li Haidong’s loss of his son, Sang Ning retaliated less stridently to his verbal barbs, instead developing a deeper tolerance and understanding.

Li Haidong’s incessant chattering likely reflected karmic consequences affecting his son. She saw little point in arguing excessively with someone lacking fortune or virtue.

After Wei Lan and Li Haidong moved ahead, Sang Ning extended the same courtesy to the remaining group. Once everyone had passed, she finally entered alongside Louis.

Walking side by side with her, Louis asked, "Aren’t you even the slightest bit curious? Didn’t I say this is the world’s most luxurious hotel? Don’t you want to be the first to see it?"

"Xiao Lu..." Sang Ning paused contemplatively, then said, "Honesty is important."

Louis raised an eyebrow and spoke seriously, "Sang, I only speak beautiful truths—I never deal in falsehoods."