Song Weiwei, brimming with a sense of superiority, sneered, "Of course! You shamelessly came here just to get into Fulu Garden? Let me tell you the truth—Fulu Garden is a symbol of status, not a place for country bumpkins like you."
"Instead of waiting to be kicked out later, you'd better leave now!"
Mu Beiyin brushed her hair back and said calmly, "Alright, but Song Weiwei, don't regret this."
Song Weiwei laughed mockingly, "That's ridiculous! Why would I regret it? If I do, I'll kneel and kowtow to you!"
She believed that by driving this bumpkin away, Fulu Garden should be grateful to her. What was there to regret?
Mu Beiyin nodded, "Alright then, I wish you all a pleasant meal."
With that, she stepped aside, seemingly not intending to enter with them.
Song Weiwei, feeling triumphant, said, "At least you know your place. Let's go!"
Mu Beiyin smiled subtly, watching them enter Fulu Garden, then took out her phone and sent a text message.
At the front desk, Song Weiwei and her group approached arrogantly.
"Check which private room Miss Mu reserved and take us there," she demanded.
The receptionist checked and was about to say that there was no reservation under the name Mu when the phone rang.
After answering, the receptionist's eyes widened.
She stood up abruptly, her demeanor becoming even more respectful.
"So, you are Miss Mu's esteemed guests! The manager has arranged the best private room for Miss Mu."
The receptionist led them to a spacious private room overlooking the river, with elegant scenery, clearly reserved for distinguished guests.
She placed the menu on the table and said, "The manager mentioned that since you are friends of Miss Mu, today's expenses are all complimentary. Please feel free to order anything you like!"
The employees were overjoyed.
"Miss Qianrou is truly impressive. This is Fulu Garden, after all. To have such a large private room and a complimentary meal—her influence is remarkable!"
"Miss Qianrou is so generous to us. No wonder Young Master Song fell in love with her. Compared to her, Mu Beiyin is nothing."
Song Weiwei, without hesitation, ordered the most expensive dishes. Given their large group, the total bill quickly exceeded two million yuan.
As the dishes were served, Song Weiwei said sarcastically, "Oh dear, we should have let Mu Beiyin come in and see what real luxury looks like. She probably hasn't even seen dishes like these before."
"Miss Song, you're too kind. Mu Beiyin is just a country bumpkin; she doesn't deserve this. Let's not waste Miss Qianrou's kindness on her."
Song Weiwei felt even more contemptuous.
Indeed, that fool Mu Beiyin grew up in the countryside. She probably hasn't even had a meal worth twenty thousand yuan, let alone two million. Letting her in would be embarrassing.
Everyone was enjoying the meal when suddenly the door to the private room opened.
A middle-aged man in his fifties walked in briskly.
"I am the manager of Fulu Garden. Is everyone enjoying their meal? If you need anything, please let me know. I've instructed the entire staff to serve only you today, not accepting any other guests."
Such an honor made everyone present excited.
The manager of Fulu Garden, who usually doesn't even acknowledge ordinary wealthy families, was now personally serving them? This was something to boast about for a lifetime!
Song Weiwei immediately said, "Fulu Garden truly lives up to its reputation. We'll be sure to speak highly of you to Miss Mu!"
"It's my honor to serve Miss Mu's guests—"
The manager paused mid-sentence, scanning the room, and suddenly his expression changed dramatically.
"Who are you? Where is Miss Mu?"
Earlier, Bai Ji had specifically instructed him that Miss Mu Beiyin would be dining at Fulu Garden and to ensure she was well taken care of, even showing him a photo of her.
But she was not in the private room.
Song Weiwei hurriedly said, "I'm the daughter of the Song family. Miss Mu, she didn't…"
"Song family?!" Before she could finish, the manager sharply furrowed his brows, his expression darkening. "Who exactly are you? Your name is not on Miss Mu's guest list at all!"
The atmosphere instantly froze. The employees began to look at Song Weiwei suspiciously.
Song Weiwei's face turned red with anger. "What nonsense are you talking about! I'm Song Weiwei, the eldest daughter of the Song Group!"
The manager, having never heard of her name, grew even angrier. "Song Weiwei, is it? I already said—your name is not on the list, which means it's not there! Lying at such a young age. Do you think our Fulu Garden's esteemed guests are people you can impersonate as you please?"
Just moments ago, Song Weiwei had been feeling smug, and now she was being scolded to her face. She was stunned and instinctively shouted back in anger.
"Impossible! This is a dinner for BoFei Group employees, and the private room was booked by Qianrou. There's no way I wouldn't be on the list! Don't believe me? I'll sue your Fulu Garden for bullying your customers!"
The manager was furious. "BoFei Group? Never heard of it! And who do you think Mu Qianrou is? Didn't she tell you that although she made a reservation, we rejected it shortly after?"
"Because our boss said—Mu family members are not welcome here!"
The entire room fell silent.
W-What? Mu Qianrou didn't actually book the room? Then what did the receptionist mean earlier by 'honored guests of Miss Mu'? Had they been played?
Song Weiwei, who had always been pampered since childhood, had never been humiliated like this. She trembled with rage.
"Even if we didn't make the reservation, we're still customers! Is this how you treat paying guests? It's not like we're eating for free!"
The manager let out a cold laugh. "Fine. Then please pay the bill—2.58 million yuan in total. Are you splitting the bill, or is Miss Song paying it all?"
The air in the room fell eerily quiet.
2.58 million?!
Song Weiwei cried out, "How could a meal cost that much?!"
The manager sneered, "All of our dishes are clearly marked with prices. Didn't you look at them when ordering, Miss Song? Or are you trying to skip out on the bill? Go ask around—no one dares dine and dash at Fulu Garden unless they've got a death wish!"
Song Weiwei's expression twisted. Just earlier, the manager had said their meal would be free, so she'd deliberately ordered the most expensive items. Who would've thought the total would be so outrageous!
She didn't have that kind of money. Furious, she shouted, "I didn't eat alone! They all ate too!"
The employees panicked.
"What the hell? How can you push this on us? We're not paying that much!"
"Yeah! You and Mu Qianrou said you were treating us! Now you want us to foot the bill? What's wrong with her?! She didn't even figure things out before dragging us all into this mess!"
"And to think I praised Mu Qianrou just now. What a joke!"
Still, they were employees of BoFei Group and didn't dare offend the sister of Song Lingqian, so they reluctantly chipped in—each person paid 10,000 yuan, and Song Weiwei angrily paid 2 million herself to settle the bill.
"Fine. Now get out!" the manager barked coldly. Soon, security came in and began escorting the group out.
"This is what happens when you pretend to be honored guests of Fulu Garden. Remember this, Miss Song—not every place is yours to act out in!"
A crowd of onlookers turned their heads as the group was thrown out.
Utterly humiliated, Song Weiwei burned with rage and was about to storm off when a voice suddenly rang out nearby.
Mu Beiyin let out a soft laugh. "Thrown out so quickly? Regretting it already?"