Ye Chen's Time-Traveling Fortune

After thinking for a moment, Ye Chen looked around and saw that the hotel he had stayed in back in 2010 was still there.

"It won't be long before it turns into a KTV..."

Ye Chen wasn't a native of Magic City, but after graduating, he had settled nearby. So it wasn't surprising that he knew about the hotel's transformation.

"Unfortunately, the duration of the time-travel card is too short, and I only have two uses left. Otherwise, I could have bought land in 2009 and made a fortune..."

With that thought, Ye Chen quickly walked toward the hotel. After checking in, he went straight to his room.

He turned on his laptop, clicked on a Bitcoin trading platform, and checked the price—$19,525.

"Still about three hours until the peak price. Time to start..."

Without hesitation, Ye Chen began selling his Bitcoin. As the minutes passed, the price continued to rise, and his Bitcoin holdings steadily decreased.

Two hours later, he had sold everything. After deducting transaction fees, his total earnings amounted to 21.5 billion RMB.

Staring at the long string of numbers in his account, Ye Chen shut his laptop and stretched with satisfaction.

"It's done. Exhausting, but exhilarating..."

Smiling, he packed his laptop and left the hotel. Outside, he found a secluded alley and focused his thoughts.

"Return!"

"Ding! The host is returning to the original timeline."

The system's notification barely ended before dizziness overwhelmed him. When it subsided, Ye Chen opened his eyes and immediately felt a strange sense of temporal disorientation.

"Is this a side effect of time travel, or am I just too tired?"

Shaking off the thought, he decided to find a hotel and rest for the night.

After exiting the alley, he hailed a taxi to the Four Seasons Hotel. As the cab drove through Magic City's bustling streets, Ye Chen gazed out the window. The passing vehicles, pedestrians, and towering buildings felt different now, as if he were viewing them from a higher perspective.

For a moment, he was lost in thought, then he smirked.

"Being rich changes everything."

In the past, he had struggled to make ends meet. Now, with 21.5 billion in his account, financial worries were a thing of the past.

Half an hour later, the taxi arrived at the Four Seasons Hotel. After scanning the QR code to pay, Ye Chen stepped out and walked toward the grand entrance.

The lobby was relatively quiet, with only a few guests checking in. A tall woman stood at the front desk, her back facing him. Even from behind, her figure was impressive—easily a 7 out of 10.

Ye Chen approached the counter as the receptionist greeted him with a professional smile. "Good evening, sir. How can I assist you?"

Her voice was pleasant, and her appearance was above average—an easy 8 out of 10. Ye Chen glanced at her briefly before speaking.

"Presidential suite. Seven nights."

The receptionist was momentarily stunned but quickly regained her composure.

Just then, the tall woman who had just received her room key turned around, her eyes widening in recognition.

"Ye Chen?"

Surprised, Ye Chen looked over. "Du Xiaoya? What a coincidence..."

Du Xiaoya had been his university classmate, from the same department and class. She was a well-known campus beauty, scoring an easy 9.3 out of 10, and with makeup, she could reach a solid 9.6. However, they had never been particularly close, and after graduation, they had lost touch completely.

She was dressed in a stylish off-white mesh top, a black semi-transparent blouse, an LV blue down jacket, sheer stockings, a black skirt, and knee-high boots. Her tall, elegant figure and stunning looks made her stand out.

Ye Chen chuckled inwardly. "Women really don't care about the cold when it comes to fashion."

Regaining his composure, he smiled and said, "Long time no see."

"Yeah, it's been a while. What have you been up to? You haven't been active in the class group since graduation," Du Xiaoya asked curiously.

"Been busy," Ye Chen replied with a polite smile.

His brief response took her by surprise. Back in university, whenever she asked something, people would eagerly spill their life stories. But now, Ye Chen seemed indifferent, almost distant.

Studying him, she noticed that his demeanor had changed completely—more confident, more composed.

She smiled and teased, "I never expected you to be the one hiding your wealth the most among our classmates. A presidential suite? Are you in Magic City for business?"

Ye Chen's attire was simple, with no visible luxury brands, and he carried only a laptop. For a business traveler, booking a hotel was normal, but a presidential suite? That was rare unless one was exceptionally wealthy.

Du Xiaoya suspected he might be a hidden rich second-generation heir and had only just revealed his true status.

Ye Chen smirked. "Something like that. What about you? Here for a date?"

She playfully rolled her eyes. "You wish. I'm a hotel reviewer now."

Ye Chen raised an eyebrow. "That's an interesting career choice."

She shrugged. "I love traveling, and the pay isn't bad. If I work hard, I can earn tens of thousands a month."

He nodded. "As long as you enjoy it. I'll check in first—we can catch up later."

"Sure," she agreed.

The receptionist, sensing the moment had passed, spoke up. "Sir, may I see your ID?"

Ye Chen handed it over, and after a few quick keystrokes, she completed the check-in process. He swiped his card, paying a total of 616,000 yuan.

Du Xiaoya, watching from the side, couldn't hide her shock as the payment went through without hesitation.

Her eyes flickered with curiosity. "Just how rich has he become?"