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"Ah? No...no!" Ruan Mei seemed to have been caught red-handed, her fair cheeks instantly flushing red, the blush spreading all the way to her ears. She hurriedly lowered her head, almost burying her face in the bowl, using the act of shoveling rice to hide her inner turmoil.

"I...I was just wondering if there was enough food..."

Seeing her embarrassed expression, Lin Yaodong's smile deepened, but he didn't tease her anymore. Instead, he chatted with his grandmother about everyday things, asking if she was used to living there and if she needed anything. The atmosphere gradually became harmonious, just like a family.

Dinner ended in a subtle and harmonious atmosphere.

Ruan Mei got up to clear the dishes, but Lin Yaodong rolled up his sleeves and said, "I'll help you wash the dishes."

"No need, no need, Brother Dong, I'll do it. How could I let you wash it..." Ruan Mei quickly waved her hand.

"It's alright, cooking is hard work, washing dishes is easy." Lin Yaodong insisted, and had already started clearing the dishes from the table.

Seeing that the boss had already started, Gao Jin, being a simple-minded person, felt that he couldn't just sit idly by, so he quietly followed and squeezed into the small kitchen.

As a result, Lin Yaodong glanced at him with a look that was both helpless and warning.

Gao Jin was stunned for a moment, then immediately understood that his boss was telling him to get lost.

Although he didn't understand, he obediently withdrew and said in a muffled voice, "Brother Dong, then... I'll go back and rest first."

After saying that, he left Ruan Mei's house almost simultaneously.

As Ruan Mei watched Gao Jin's departing figure, and then looked at Lin Yaodong, who insisted on helping, she felt a strange mix of emotions.

In the cramped little kitchen, only Lin Yaodong and Ruan Mei remained.

The space suddenly felt cramped, and the air seemed to warm up a bit.

The two stood side by side in front of the small sink, their four hands moving in the foamy water, inevitably resulting in unintentional touches.

When Lin Yaodong's hand touched Ruan Mei's cool fingers, Ruan Mei would instinctively look up and quickly glance at Lin Yaodong's profile, like a startled deer, before quickly lowering her head, her cheeks turning even redder and her heart inexplicably racing.

Lin Yaodong, however, remained calm and focused on washing the dishes, seemingly oblivious to the subtle contact.

Sometimes, when Lin Yaodong reached out to retrieve a bowl from the bottom of the pool, his large hand would just cover Ruan Mei's hand as she was washing another bowl.

The warm touch made Ruan Mei tremble all over, almost making her cry out. But seeing Lin Yaodong's "unintentional" and "serious" expression, she had no choice but to swallow back the words she was about to say, quietly withdrawing her hand. Her heart was pounding like a little rabbit.

As for whether Lin Yaodong was intentional in these "unintentional" touches, only he himself knows the answer.

Perhaps it was because he was used to seeing those charming and alluring women throwing themselves at him, but when he came into contact with a clean, shy girl like Ruan Mei, who was like a blank sheet of paper, it aroused some indescribable desire to conquer and protect her deep inside.

This kind of purity, in this environment, seems especially precious, and also especially... alluring.

This ambiguous and alluring time spent washing dishes seemed to pass by exceptionally quickly.

There weren't many dishes to begin with, so they were washed quickly.

Lin Yaodong even sighed inwardly, feeling a little unsatisfied, thinking that there were still too few bowls.

After washing the dishes and drying his hands with a towel, Lin Yaodong did not linger any longer.

He knew that he couldn't be as hasty with a girl like Ruan Mei as he was with other women; he needed patience and to take things slowly.

Rushing things might scare her away.

"The dishes are washed, Grandma, Xiaomei, it's getting late, you should get some rest." Lin Yaodong politely took his leave.

"Oh, Dong, thank you so much for today," Grandma said repeatedly.

Ruan Mei also saw him to the door and said softly, "Brother Dong, thank you, goodnight."

"Good night." Lin Yaodong glanced at Ruan Mei, his gaze deep, then turned and walked towards his room.

After closing the door, Ruan Mei leaned against the door panel, still able to feel her heart pounding too fast.

Lin Yaodong, standing outside the door, had a confident smile playing on his lips.

There is ample time.

He has plenty of time and patience.

This "little Jew" who suddenly barged into his world aroused his great interest.

.....

The following day, Hong Kong's entertainment section was dominated by a news item—the premiere of "Wolf Warrior," a gangster film produced by the emerging "Yao Tung Films" company, was a huge hit!

Crowds thronged the entrances of major cinemas, with long queues of people waiting to buy tickets, and many screenings were sold out.

With its sharp and realistic fight scenes, dramatic plot twists and turns, and profound portrayal of the love and hatred in the martial arts world, the film has won unanimous praise from audiences and film critics.

This is undoubtedly a huge success for a new company and a film starring newcomers.

As the boss, Lin Yaodong naturally attended the premiere.

He wore a well-tailored dark gray suit, and his gaze behind his gold-rimmed glasses was calm and wise. He chatted and laughed with the film company manager, director, main actors, and representatives of the cooperating companies involved in the distribution, showing the demeanor of a successful businessman and revealing no trace of his gangster background.

He listened patiently as the director excitedly explained his filming concept, as the producer reported initial box office success, and as the actors expressed their gratitude, all while maintaining a perfectly appropriate smile on his face.

After the movie ended, the lights in the theater came on, and enthusiastic applause rang out.

Lin Yaodong walked out of the screening room surrounded by the main cast and crew and showered with compliments.

Amidst flashing lights and reporters vying for questions, he calmly responded, affirming the team's efforts while also expressing confidence in the market prospects.

"Mr. Lin, with the box office and critical success of 'Wolf Warrior,' Dongyao Films has become an instant hit. What are your plans for the future?"

"Mr. Lin, I heard that you not only invest in the projects but also write the scripts yourself. With such excellent personal qualities, have you considered acting in some roles yourself in the future?"

"Lin Sheng..."

Lin Yaodong responded with a smile, neither overly flamboyant nor lacking in composure.

After exchanging pleasantries, he made an appointment with everyone to hold a grand celebration banquet at a five-star hotel that evening. He then gestured for everyone to go back and prepare, while he left first with Gao Jin, who had been guarding him like a shadow.

The premiere was held in a theater located on the top floor of a large shopping mall in Causeway Bay.

Lin Yaodong and Gao Jin took the elevator downstairs and arrived at the street-facing exit of the mall.

The afternoon sun was a bit too bright, and the bustling traffic and noise were overwhelming.

The driver, Jiang Xin, went to the underground parking lot to retrieve the car, which would take a while, so the two of them stood by the roadside to wait.

In that brief moment, a little farce unfolded before their eyes.

A stylish and neat young woman with short hair reaching her neck is standing by the roadside waving to flag down a car.

She looked to be in her early twenties, with striking features and a lively, slightly spoiled air.

Soon, a red taxi stopped in front of her.

Her face lit up with joy, and she had just opened the car door, preparing to bend down and get in—at that very moment.

A young man in a blue denim suit with slightly disheveled hair suddenly appeared from some corner, roughly shoving the short-haired beauty aside before jumping into the back seat of the taxi.

"Ouch!" The short-haired beauty was caught off guard and stumbled from the impact, exclaiming as she sat down on the sidewalk with a thud, her small handbag falling to the ground.

She was clearly badly hurt from the fall, her brow furrowed, but more than anything, she was furious at having her car stolen.

Ignoring the pain in her buttocks, she quickly got up, not even bothering to brush the dust off her skirt. She rushed forward, grabbed the car door that was about to close, and glared angrily at the man inside.

"Hey! Who are you?! Don't you know about first come, first served? Don't you know I flagged down the car first?!"