Huayu: From charlatan to great entertainer

Chapter 556 You can kneel down and speak to me

Inside the room, Miranda Kerr listened to the faint footsteps coming from afar outside the door and took a deep breath.

The cloying sweetness of the expensive fragrance in the air made her slightly dizzy. She stood in the center of the room and made one last adjustment to the straps of her almost transparent black lace nightgown.

My fingertips touched the cool, smooth silk, but my heart was filled with burning anticipation.

She received a call from Leslie five minutes ago:
“Miranda, an extremely important Asian guest, will be in your room soon. He is a very important partner for us in the Far East market in the future. Your task is to make him feel... at home.”

"Make him understand that he can get any hospitality he wants here. This is about your grand opening next year, and even more about whether your...KORA brand can successfully enter top department stores."

The term "opening position" refers to the opening position for Victoria's Secret models, which represents the supermodels' status and is always highly contested.
KORA is an organic skincare brand she created herself. Through her efforts in her main and side businesses, she ranked tenth on the Forbes list of the world's top supermodels in 2008 with $350 million.

But the shrewd Miranda Kerr knew very well that the $350 million she had worked so hard to earn in a year might not even amount to the increase in assets of a certain Asian billionaire's listed company in just one minute.

“Okay, don’t bother us.” A deep voice in English came through, with a very standard accent. Miranda rarely heard Asian tycoons pronounce it so clearly.

She quickly gave the room's ambient lighting and drinks a final check, then reclined on the couch in a meticulously calculated, utterly languid and alluring pose, positioning herself as a top-tier gift waiting to be unwrapped.

"Perform this act well." This was her final command before she sealed off all her thoughts. "Then, take everything I deserve."

……

The waiter who had led the way retreated silently, and Boss Lu pushed open the door, as a wave of fragrance, more intimate than that of the main hall, rushed towards him.

The room was extremely luxurious, like a sophisticated cage built for sensory pleasure.

The floor was covered with thick, ankle-length handmade Arabian carpets, and the walls were wrapped in deep purple velvet, completely silencing any outside noise.

The light comes from the dim, warm glow emanating from several Tiffany glass lampshades in the corner, and from the smart light strip above the bed that is currently emitting an ambiguous peach-pink hue.

The air was filled with a rich blend of white floral scents, musk, and a subtle, almost imperceptible aphrodisiac ylang-ylang essential oil, so sweet it was almost intoxicating.

On the mini bar counter to one side, Dom Pérignon champagne was chilled in an ice bucket, with several sparkling crystal glasses scattered around it.

Miranda Kerr had completely transformed into a meticulously crafted and utterly seductive figure, wearing a nearly transparent black lace nightgown with an exquisitely tailored cut that barely covered her vital parts.

Beneath the lace, every inch of smooth, honey-colored skin and every alluring curve is faintly visible, making it even more impactful than a completely nude dress.

The man who entered was tall with thick hair, and although he was wearing a mask, he looked to be not very old.

Miranda Kerr felt a little relieved. Even if a sacrifice was necessary, a young and normal one was better than some old, perverted squid.

"Sir, welcome..."

"Wait a minute." Boss Lu glanced up at the supermodel who was already exuding sex appeal, and walked unhurriedly to the aromatherapy diffuser. "Do you know what this scent is?"

Miranda's charming dimples froze slightly; the expected scene of him rushing at her, or at least engaging in verbal flirting, never happened.

She had no choice but to get off the bed barefoot. Standing next to the man, she still had to tilt her head slightly, despite being 175 cm tall.

After all, she runs her own skincare brand, and Westerners are generally more familiar with essential oils. She hesitated for a moment and said, "It's probably Ylang-Ylang with some patchouli and white musk, which can arouse people's excitement. It's a harmless product."

"Oh!" Boss Lu then stopped his curious fiddling with the aromatherapy diffuser, turned to the side, and looked at the top supermodel in front of him with a leisurely air.

Miranda confidently exposed the elegant, flowing lines of her neck to the ambiguous light, a confident yet slightly wild smile playing on her lips.

One hand casually rests on her slender waist, a gesture that instantly accentuates the breathtaking waist-to-hip ratio of her form-fitting lace nightgown.

"Are you curious about perfume scents, sir? Actually, I know a lot about them. I think you could explore the scents on my body too..."

As she spoke, her other slender hand, painted with nail polish, quietly reached out. Instead of touching him directly, she used the back of her fingertips to slowly and subtly trace the outline of the man's chest beneath his suit shirt, gently sliding from the center of his pectoral muscles down to his upper abdomen.

The movement was as light as a snowflake falling, yet it carried a scorching heat and a clear provocative meaning.

Seeing the natural reaction, Kerr, known as America's sweetheart, escaped the embarrassment of being ignored and felt proud of her irresistible sex appeal.

But the turning point came unusually suddenly.

"Did you not shave your armpits properly?" Taking advantage of her flirtatious behavior, Boss Lu gently lifted the sexy supermodel's arm, maintaining an expression that was both polite and subtly disdainful.

His words were shocking, and even more embarrassing.

It wasn't shyness, it was humiliation, for a supermodel like her.

"I..." Miranda withdrew her hand as if she had been electrocuted, her cheeks instantly turning bright red, and she hurriedly rushed into the marble bathroom.

Inside the door, she rushed to the huge double sink, frantically raised her arms, and peered closely at the large anti-fog mirror light, anxiously checking her armpits.

She twisted her arm almost backwards, tilted her head, and stared intently under the bright, almost cruel light, searching inch by inch for that damn stubble that probably didn't even exist!

For supermodels, hair removal is a basic professional skill. Looking at her smooth, waxed underarms, the American sweetheart couldn't understand why the young tycoon had looked at her with such a "polite yet disgusted" expression.

Miranda's breathing became rapid, and her chest heaved violently.

A few minutes later……

When she confirmed that every inch of her skin was perfectly smooth and without any flaws, the extreme shame and indignation quickly faded, transforming into an unbelievable sense of absurdity and a slight annoyance at being mocked.

“Jesus…!” she muttered under her breath, rolling her eyes in utter exasperation, a wave of helpless frustration washing over her.

Could it be that she needs medication? Is that why she deliberately tricked me into coming in?
But I clearly saw him just now...

Damn it, what the hell is going on!

After calming herself down and returning to her room, Miranda looked at the man who was already leisurely sitting on the sofa flipping through a magazine, and leaned forward coquettishly.

Without a word, she wrapped her arms around his neck, like a beautiful snake coiling around an Asian tycoon. The sensation of his soft buttocks made her even more certain that her "illness" did not exist.

"Sir," the sweet, soft voice of the American sweetheart from Australia complained, "you really scared me! I almost had a heart attack in there!"

She deliberately sat down a little lower, knowing that some wealthy men liked women with a bit of a temper, and said coquettishly, "Besides, you're clearly... perfectly fine! Why do you have to play this kind of prank on me?"

Lu Kuan was indeed aroused by her entanglement, but he maintained an almost hateful calmness on his face.

He gently patted the supermodel who made countless men around the world envious, and gestured with his chin towards the single sofa opposite him:

"Alright, alright, sit down first, let's chat." His tone was as calm as if he were instructing his secretary to pour him a cup of coffee.

WTF? They still want to chat in this situation?
Miranda Kerr was completely bewildered, but dared not disobey his orders, so she sat down opposite him as instructed, her face showing a look of confusion.

For a fleeting moment, she wished she could tear off the man's clothes and ask him, her sweet, deep dimples gleaming in the sunlight!

Don't you want to see something flowing through it?

Unfortunately, this Asian tycoon simply adjusted his posture slightly due to some inconvenience.

Then he revealed the standard smile that any Chinese man would wear when entering any foot massage parlor—a smile that was both familiar and slightly gossipy—and uttered that classic opening line:

Where are you from?

……

As one of the world's most sought-after supermodels, Miranda Kerr naturally didn't study the romantic alleyways of the great Eastern Empire.

But faced with questions from this eccentric tycoon, she could only tell the truth: "Australia..."

Boss Lu pressed further, "Where in Australia?"

You fucking need to check where a woman is from before you even get her, huh? Are you trying to do food traceability here?
Miranda said helplessly, "Sydney."

"Oh!"

Who else is in the family?

……

The Victoria's Secret Angel took a deep breath and adjusted the black transparent lace on her body, since it didn't seem to matter much to the idiot in front of her anyway.

"Um... Dad, Mom, and my little brother."

"Really?!"

Is it really such a coincidence that he has a gambling father, a sick mother, a younger brother who is still in school, and countless other family burdens weighing on his shoulders?

Upon hearing this familiar combination, the washing machine's expression immediately brightened, recalling many long-forgotten events from its previous life.

Those nights after drinking heavily with leaders and clients, those ups and downs of my entrepreneurial career.

It was from the gentle massage of the calloused hands of the women from numbers 11 and 97 on my feet, and from their equally tired yet spirited chatter, that I strangely gained a raw sense of empathy and comfort.

Sydney, Australia? Just a place of exile for criminals.

Miranda Kerr is also from a family of convicts, and her background isn't even as good as that of No. 97 in Red Romance. Although her family has been farmers for generations, her family background is clean.

Hong Langman was originally a water club on the south street of Sanlitun in old Beiping, but it has now become Taikoo Li.

Number 97 was a girl from the south who had just moved to Beijing with her fellow villagers that year, and I was her first customer.

The girl's cheeks were always rosy like a little apple, her shirt smelled of soap, but her hands were surprisingly strong.

I usually grit my teeth and endure the pain by saying it's not serious, in order to hide the pain of kidney deficiency caused by excessive drinking and staying up late.

Because we clicked, I generously topped up her account with 10,000 yuan on the first day, and later...

Huh? What the hell was I thinking?
The main difference is that the current location is not much different from the Red Romance of my previous life, and the nature is similar. The only difference is that my wealth and status have changed in the two lives, that's all.

Suddenly, the washing machine saw his wife's "evil deeds and appearance" in front of him, and he quickly banished these past events from his mind.

I was originally just trying to fool people with this high-class Australian chicken, but it turned into a memoir of "From the Hundred Herb Garden to the Three Flavors Study"...

“That…Miranda Kerr?”

Miranda nodded, looking aggrieved. "Yes, sir."

She now had a vague idea of ​​the man's identity, but she wasn't sure yet.

"Your black lace lingerie is quite nice. What are your measurements?" Boss Lu was bored out of his mind and started looking for other amusement, such as hiring a mannequin to buy sexy lingerie for his wife.

"34-24-35 inches".

The washing machine with the eye size is converted to a ruler, so it's about 32B. Apart from being 3 centimeters taller than Liu Yifei after giving birth, their figures are actually quite similar.

Are there any other sexy lingerie items in this room?

"Yes..." Professional locations are readily available, and in a wide variety of styles.

Boss Lu's eyes lit up: "Great, great, let me see them one by one, I want to know how the styles are!"

How can you come to New York without bringing back some local specialties? Several items at home have been torn to shreds, and I desperately need to replenish my stock.

The world's top models walked the runway and did a live broadcast. I became the number one fan who didn't spend any money to show my face. It shouldn't be too much to ask me to just sit here and watch, right?
As for what kind of exposed skin I might see, my wife always feels sorry for my dry eyes and tells me to rest more, so this should also be considered a kind of rest. She is completely following the highest instructions.

Besides, it's for her clothes! That makes even more sense!

Australian high-class prostitute Miranda Kerr finally couldn't take it anymore and stood up, slightly embarrassed and annoyed: "Sir, you shouldn't humiliate me like this. What did I do wrong?"

She spread her hands, a gesture that expressed both confusion and a hint of pleading.

“From the moment I received Mr. Leslie’s call, I only had one thought in mind: how to make you feel comfortable and happy.”

Her tone carried a professional, almost instinctive, service-like grievance: "I thought... I thought you would tell me directly if you had any preferences or requests. Instead, it's like this now."

Boss Lu looked at the top model who walked up to him and smiled with undisguised contempt. It turns out that even a billionaire woman from later generations has a bit of a temper.

The man reached out and casually removed the black mask that concealed his identity.

Miranda Kerr's signature dimples froze as she looked at an extremely young, yet calm and commanding Eastern face that belied his age.

His brow bones were high, his nose was straight, and his jawline was clear and sharp, combining to create a face that could be described as handsome and dashing.

What was unsettling was his gaze; his unfathomable black eyes held no lust or mockery, only a cold, penetrating scrutiny that seemed to see right through her, calmly and steadily fixed upon her face.

Miranda Kerr's breath hitched, and she instinctively raised her hand to cover her mouth, stifling a gasp that almost escaped her lips. Her blue-green eyes widened instantly, filled with disbelief and shock.

She recognized the face!

All the grievances and shame of being mocked were instantly crushed by a stronger awe and fear of absolute wealth and power.

The wealthy man from the East smiled at her and said, "I think the carpet in the room is very soft. You can kneel down and talk to me."

Miranda's brain didn't even have time to process the huge information contrast, but her body had already reacted first.

Almost subconsciously, her straight spine seemed to lose all its strength, her knees buckled, and she knelt down obediently and without resistance on the thick, expensive Arabian carpet.

The previously forced, professionally aggrieved questioning has now transformed into a genuinely cautious, even slightly ingratiating, probing.

Her slender fingers trembled slightly as she reached out, half-teasingly, half-probingly, gently placing them on the muscular thighs encased in his suit trousers, moving further in...

"Director... I've seen all your movies. My first social media account was Mytube, I..."

"Alright." Boss Lu leaned forward slightly, not caring that her hand was teasingly circling his inner thigh, and reached out to fiercely pinch the American sweetheart's chin.

“I don’t know if there are any cameras in this room. Even if there are, it doesn’t matter. At least Harvey brought me here, and he doesn’t dare to do anything underhanded.”

Lu Kuan smiled as he looked at the astonished supermodel in front of him: "I'll be leaving in a bit. You can describe the process to Leslie and everyone who asked you about it. We had an intense game. Fill in the details yourself."

"To be honest, it won't do you any good, and it's unlikely to do me any harm either. After all, I've only just met Leslie and the others, and I just don't want to offend them."

"But if you do as I say..."

Looking down at the beautiful face before him, coveted by countless ordinary people, and noticing her two signature dimples, Lu Kuan didn't explain the reason, but simply stated his conditions in a low voice:
"Let me tell you what you can get."

"You'll have a cameo in Iron Man 2, maybe even get to have a few lines with Downey. We'll see how you perform later on."

After saying this, Boss Lu leaned back slightly into the sofa, resting his elbows on the armrests and casually interlacing his fingers in front of him.

The air seemed to freeze at that moment, leaving only the silent flow of sweet fragrance in the room and the silent yet enormous power disparity between the two.

This isn't a particularly difficult choice.

"I am... Director, I definitely am!" Miranda Kerr was so excited she could barely speak. Her left hand, which had been teasing his inner thigh, almost crossed the line, but fearing reprimand, she quickly withdrew it. "I can guarantee there are no cameras here, sir," the Victoria's Secret supermodel assured him confidently. "You are Leslie's most distinguished guest. Actually, I've secretly brought in equipment to check things out before, and I'm also afraid..."

In order to gain trust, she stated her position almost immediately and provided what she considered to be important information.

As he said, what good does it do to tell the truth? Nothing.

But what if we partner with this Chinese boss who owns Netflix and Marvel, and has close ties with Harvey, Lionsgate, and Disney?
That's Robert Downey! That's the wildly popular sequel to Iron Man!

Moreover, Netflix is ​​currently the biggest financial backer of all B-movie actors, because their DVD distribution channels must rely on Netflix, which has already "dominated the industry."

Just like Sharon Stone, the stray dog ​​who made outrageous remarks after the earthquake last year, she has long since disappeared.

Miranda Kerr has never hidden her ambition to enter the entertainment industry. Last year, she went to great lengths to secure a guest role in the American TV series "How I Met Your Mother," working day and night to polish her meager lines and expressions.

This is an ambitious person.

Ambitiousness is good; Boss Lu likes ambitious women.

Perhaps this American sweetheart, who has a close relationship with Leslie, will come in very handy later on; it all depends on how smart she is.

Judging from her experience in her previous life of playing around with several wealthy men and turning herself into a billionaire, she's at least not stupid.

"Alright, enough talk, let's see how it goes." The wealthy man gently patted the pretty face kneeling in front of him, glanced at the wall clock, and said, "I think we need to do something to kill time."

"Go change your clothes now, right in front of me, one outfit at a time."

"I need you to be a human model, for reference."

“Yes… sir…” Miranda didn’t understand what he meant, but now the words coming out of this Chinese director’s mouth were like an imperial edict.

No, it's the Bible.

So, in this birdcage villa known as the "pre-Victoria's Secret Fashion Show," the squid's Asian guests sat on the sofa with great interest, watching the world-class supermodels perform a costume change show in front of them.

The wardrobe was full of carefully prepared "costumes." Without the slightest hesitation, Miranda turned her back to the man and, with slightly trembling fingers, untied the sash of her almost transparent black lace nightgown.

The silky fabric slid off and piled up around her smooth ankles, completely exposing her honey-smooth back and firm, pert buttocks to the dim light.

Instead of immediately grabbing the new clothes, she turned slightly to the side, letting the full curves of her breasts and slender waist create a breathtaking silhouette in the light and shadow. The movement seemed unintentional, yet it was full of a carefully calculated display.

American sweethearts dared not flirt directly anymore, and could only test the waters by imagining themselves being violently pounced on.

It's a pity that it never appeared.

The washing machine's thoughts had long since drifted away, completely immersed in its own world, still mentally performing a "one-click makeover":

Red, purple... especially that pure black fishnet bodysuit, which one imagines fingertips hooking the mesh, suddenly exerting force, and tearing a huge hole in it.

The cold silk threads dug deep into the snow-white skin of the little Mulan, leaving shocking red marks.

Black and white, confinement and tearing form an extreme contrast, and the forcibly torn opening becomes the only battlefield where rampage is allowed to run rampant...

Drop drop!
The washing machine was lost in its own world when the intercom on the small table next to it suddenly rang, startling both of them.

He picked it up curiously, and for a moment he almost thought it was time.

"it's me."

Afei's voice came through, "Boss, Miss Jingtian has been captured by their security. I'm on my way."

"Jing Tian?"

"It seems she secretly followed our car and hid on the outskirts of the villa area. She was just spotted by the patrolling security team, and both she and the car have been detained! I'm heading there!" Afei's voice was filled with the sound of running wind and rapid breathing.

"I know, I'll be right over."

Boss Lu calmly stood up. The charade he was putting on for the day was coming to an end. He gestured with his lips to the supermodel with the snow-white body to put on her clothes. "Where's your perfume?"

“There.” She didn’t yet understand the important man’s intention, and pointed to the women’s perfume from her own brand that was placed on the table.

Under her watchful gaze, Lu Kuan casually sprayed some perfume on himself, fanning himself as he looked at Miranda and smiled:
"Don't forget your mission, America's Sweetheart," the Oriental tycoon said half-jokingly. "This may be the first mission, or it may be the last. I hope you are a girl who is both beautiful and intelligent."

“Yes, Director.” Miranda stood awkwardly beside him, looking up at the man’s sharply defined profile, his perfect physique concealed by his clothes.

The rich scent, featuring Miranda's signature white flowers and musk, gradually enveloped the man, perfectly masking the original aphrodisiac fragrance in the room and creating the illusion that they had just experienced a passionate encounter.

Lu Kuan unbuttoned the top button of his shirt and went to the bathroom to wash his face.

No rush, there's always time to get dressed, right?
As Miranda watched his series of actions, devoid of any lingering attachment, especially the final, rather obvious act of spraying perfume, a wave of immense disappointment and self-doubt washed over her once more.

This is the first time, especially for a normal man, that he has been able to refuse her.

She opened her mouth, but couldn't say anything. She could only watch helplessly as the tall, imposing figure opened the door without hesitation and disappeared at the end of the corridor.
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Lu Kuan strode out of the villa, instantly enveloped by the cold night wind.

Not far away, several security guards in black were surrounding Jing Tian and her car. Harvey, having received the news, also rushed over in disheveled clothes, his face showing annoyance at being interrupted.

Almost simultaneously, Leslie and Epstein appeared from the direction of the main house, their expressions calm in the night, carrying a hint of polite scrutiny despite being disturbed.

Lu Kuan did not rush forward, but stood still, his cold gaze sweeping across the entire room before finally landing on Leslie's face.

His jawline was taut, his tone calm, and his voice carried an undeniable pressure.
“Mr. Leslie,” the Asian tycoon used a respectful title, but his demeanor was anything but humble. “A little trouble. My mistress, who doesn’t know the rules, has barged in.”

He turned to the side and gestured with his chin towards Jing Tian, ​​who was surrounded and had a deathly pale face, speaking in a flat tone as if stating a fact.

"As you know, women are always insecure, especially traditional Eastern women."

Wearing a casual leather jacket, Jing Tian suddenly widened her eyes and looked at him, her lips slightly parted and her pretty face flushed, but he immediately suppressed her gaze with a cold and warning look, and she could only lower her head sullenly, her fingers nervously twisting together.

Leslie and Epstein approached, their gazes lingering for a moment on Lu Kuan's cold and austere face before they keenly caught the unmistakable, rich scent of Miranda's perfume on him.

The scrutiny on the latter's face quickly turned into an understanding smile, slightly regretful but still maintaining his composure.

“Of course, Mr. Director.” He spoke politely, even with a hint of reassurance. “Young people are always impulsive. We look forward to a more pleasant meeting next time.”

He nodded slightly, his posture elegant, fully demonstrating the respect and tolerance that Jews show to their valued guests.

Epstein, standing to the side, smiled knowingly, said nothing, and simply gestured for the others to leave.

Harvey was clearly more approachable, walking over and putting his arm around Tie Ci's shoulder: "I've spoken to Leslie about the Pentagon's entertainment office; we'll have news tomorrow."

"great, see you tomorrow."

Lu Kuan said no more, only giving Leslie and Epstein a barely perceptible nod, and then making a decisive gesture to A Fei.

He didn't even glance at Jing Tian, ​​but turned and walked towards his car. A Fei immediately understood and quickly followed, protecting the still somewhat dazed Jing Tian.

The vehicle started quickly, silently gliding into the night and leaving this place of extravagance.

Lu Kuan maintained a cold and solemn silence throughout, tightly sealing all his emotions behind his stern face.

It wasn't until Da Tiantian in the back seat smelled his fragrance like a drug-sniffing dog, and combined with the sound waves coming from the villa, that she looked the man up and down with some suspicion.

As Boss Lu scrolled through the phone that Afei had saved for him, which contained a few messages from his wife, he frowned and glanced at Da Tiantian:
"You've got some nerve! Do you know that disloyalty like this will get you a death sentence in North Korea?"

"Teacher Lu... I was wrong." Jing Tian stuck out her tongue pitifully, but she couldn't refute it.

She had only driven around twice when her bodyguards were stopped before they could even get out of the car.

But putting aside my loyalty to the Empress, aren't you going to explain why you smell like "her" perfume?

Da Tian Tian stared at the man beside her who ignored her like a punching bag, naturally only daring to keep these words to herself.

She doesn't have enough leverage to launch these equal impeachment proceedings. If it were her older sister, Sisi, she would have immediately taken action and given them a good beating if she discovered anything suspicious.

The girl glanced at him as he typed furiously on his phone, and cautiously asked, "Teacher Lu, what were you doing in that villa just now...?"

"Playing with women! What else can I do?" Lu Kuan glanced at the incredulous girl with amusement. "Didn't I tell you yesterday? Did you think I was joking?"

Ah Fei, who was driving, smiled and glanced at the two people in the back seat, who were separated by a distance, through the rearview mirror.

snort!
Da Tiantian was speechless, choked by his confident and undisguised answer. Her cheeks puffed out slightly involuntarily, like a little squirrel whose pine cone had been stolen.

She abruptly turned her head to look out the window, leaving only the back of her head and slightly swaying shoulders that seemed to say, "I'm angry but I dare not say it."

Her slender fingers dug furiously at the edge of the leather seat, while the little red voice in her mind completely took over, cursing the scumbag a hundred times over on behalf of Liu Yifei.

Ring ring ring!
"Hello?" Boss Lu answered the phone. It was Mulan, whom he had just been using to ward off "lust" in his mind. It was 10 a.m. in Beijing.

"Oh, I just finished talking to the person Harvey found, the owner of the Victoria's Secret Fashion Show. He should be meeting with officials from the entertainment office tomorrow."

Jing Tian pitifully pressed her face against the side door and window, straining her ears to listen to the gentle female voice on the other end of the phone—clearly the woman she had been longing for.

I really want to snatch the phone and tell on them!
Da Tiantian turned her head angrily to look at the scumbag who spoke so casually, saying that he had just finished talking to someone he was close to, and that the perfume he was wearing smelled so strong that it was as if he had been pulled out of a crowd of women!

Unless this women's perfume comes from that Leslie guy, ugh... even more disgusting, he might as well just play with women!
Mr. Lu pretended she didn't exist, chatted with his wife for a bit about the children, and then jokingly said, "New York truly lives up to its reputation as an international metropolis. I saw several beautiful clothes tonight. I'll bring you some local specialties back later."

"Huh? What local specialties? Or clothes?" Xiao Liu had just arrived at the bottom of the Wenjie Building by car, preparing to attend the scriptwriting meeting for "The Book of Peace".

The washing machine translated the sexy lingerie into "couples' slang" in a very elegant way: "Um... the saddle and battle robe that Mulan rides, all kinds of styles, they tear when you wear them."

Xiao Liu jokingly scolded her husband a few times and asked him about his eyes. Afei drove the car through the intricate streets of Lower Manhattan and finally entered a quiet area called Duane Street in the heart of Tribeca.

"Alright, Fei and I will take Jing Tian home first, then we'll head back to the hotel." Lu Kuan and Jing Tian got out of the car separately. "Do you want to say a few words to her?"

Liu Yifei smiled and said, "Then give the phone to her."

"Hello? Sister Xixi." The naive and sweet girl took the phone with mixed feelings, walked a little further away and exchanged a few pleasantries, but couldn't decide what to say the whole way.

She worried that it was another scheme by the couple, but the perfume scent was real, wasn't it?
Unable to figure it out, she simply stopped thinking about it. After exchanging a few words with Liu Yifei, she hung up. Da Tiantian looked up at the man with a pitiful expression, "Teacher Lu... I..."

"What? Speak quickly, then go back to sleep, it's freezing." Lu Kuan wrapped his coat tighter around himself, still teasing and casually talking to Da Tiantian as always, somewhat like the perfunctory and clueless Xiao Liu from his early years.

The two were in Tribeca, which, along with the Upper East Side and Hudson Yards, is one of the three heartland areas of New York City where major wealth is concentrated. At this moment, the streetlights emitted a dim, soft glow, and the streets were lined with cast-iron style loft apartment buildings built in the late 19th century and renovated with extreme luxury.

Beneath my feet was a street paved with old cobblestones, surrounded by thick red brick walls, huge floor-to-ceiling factory windows, black cast iron lamps, and exposed metal fire escape ladders.

All these unique elements combine to create a distinctive ambiance that blends industrial history with ultimate luxury in the night.

Da Tiantian stood in the cool, pale light, her feet resting on uneven, ancient stones, surrounded by a silent and imposing jungle of buildings.

This overly perfect set suddenly gave her an untimely courage.

She looked up at Lu Kuan's profile, sculpted even more clearly by the light and shadow under the streetlamp, her voice trembling slightly.

"Teacher Lu, I don't know if you're playing a trick on me today." Jing Tian swallowed hard. "I just think you and Sister Qianqian are both very nice people."

"Seeing you two so sweet and happy together, and the baby safe and healthy, makes me truly happy."

“Actually, I…” The girl’s face suddenly flushed intensely in the cold wind, as if she had made up her mind, but she stopped abruptly after only three words.

Her slightly trembling voice betrayed her timidity and helplessness in this complicated relationship.

Jing Tian took a deep breath, mustered her courage, and looked up at the expressionless man staring at her.

This was the attention she had longed for but could never obtain before. Now, in the biting cold of a foreign land, it made her even calmer, and her words flowed more smoothly.

“Teacher Lu, I know that some of the things I say are without any basis and seem ridiculous.”

"I'm stupid and don't understand what happened today, so even if it annoys you, I still want to presume to ask you for a favor..."

The girl seemed to be putting on her most sincere act: "Please don't hurt Sister Qianqian, okay? She really values ​​you more than her own life."

"If there is anyone in this world who can hurt him, it is you."

She didn't have enough information to trace the details of what happened today, but the fragmented pieces of information on the surface were enough to make things clear.

Even Harvey, Leslie, and others couldn't see anything amiss;
It was obvious that if Jing Tian hadn't spoken up, she would have found it difficult to endure the inner turmoil that night.

She only has two choices:

Either tell Liu Yifei everything in detail.

Or, like now, even knowing that their voice carries little weight and they have no standing in his heart, they still make their requests like ants trying to shake a tree.

After much deliberation, the second most affectionate person in the entertainment industry still chose the latter.

She worried that she might cause conflict between them, and therefore trusted the man she admired and loved more.

I don't believe he's the kind of person who could have a clean break after his wife had just given birth to their child after ten months of pregnancy.

As for her own feelings, which are buried deep in her heart, she probably doesn't know if she'll ever have the courage to say them aloud again.

Jing Tian is unlike Xiao Liu, who went through many hardships and finally achieved success, or Bing Bing, who, even though she had no choice but to leave in the end, still enjoyed the heroic act of a moth drawn to a flame.

Her upbringing instilled in her a well-protected naiveté and rationality.

It allows her to have a relatively clear understanding of the situation, and to know that even if everyone can see it, as long as she doesn't say it, she can deceive herself and stand behind them.

Even just being able to stand closer and watch Youyou and Tiedan grow up would be wonderful.

Once you blurt it out without thinking, the outcome is already predetermined, and the result will be even more embarrassing.

"Teacher Lu, I'm going in." Jing Tian's voice was soft but exceptionally clear. "I'll go back to the film crew tomorrow. No matter what, I want to be a good actress, and I will try my best."

After saying that, as if she had completed some kind of mission, she stopped looking at him, turned around and pushed open the iron fence of the courtyard behind her. Her slender figure quickly disappeared into the warm light and shadow of the foyer without looking back.

Since Liu Yifei started taking Jing Tian out for morning exercises a few years ago, she has become familiar with her personality and has never been wary or suspicious of this junior sister.
Da Tian Tian has lived up to her cherished feelings, protecting this precious friendship and the family life she could only dream of in her own way.

Lu Kuan stood alone on the empty cobblestone street, gazing in the direction where the girl had disappeared, with only the faint whistling of the cold night wind passing through the cracks of the ancient buildings all around him.

He suddenly felt a sense of relief, relieved that in this bizarre and chaotic world rife with desires, there were still some simple and lovely souls hidden within.

They may be insignificant or timid, but they stubbornly cling to a clumsy sincerity in their hearts, like scattered lights in a winter night. They are not enough to illuminate the entire darkness, but they can make people believe in the existence of purity for a certain moment.

A few indescribable emotions welled up in Lu Kuan's heart, and the usual playful smile on his lips quietly faded away.

She quickly pulled her coat tighter and turned to step into the Tribeca night.

(End of this chapter)