I had no idea what kind of chaos had broken out upstairs, but hotel staff later reported that a lot of property had been damaged. I simply told them to charge the guests triple compensation for everything.
While their lives were falling apart into complete chaos, I told my parents I was finally bringing my girlfriend to meet them.
The two of them were thrilled. My parents immediately started talking about gifting her several houses afterward, but I told them not to rush.
"After I propose, you'll have plenty of chances to spoil her."
The moment they heard I was planning a proposal, they got so excited they started designing lavish, elaborate ceremonies for it.
I rejected every single one.
After all, I wasn't actually proposing out of love. There was no point making it overly romantic.
