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Since he had come all the way to South Korea, Lu Chen naturally wanted to take the opportunity to inspect Jiahe's businesses there, so he asked Ba Wanghua to arrange the itinerary.

The "Overlord Flower" team acted swiftly; the day after Lu Chen finished his business at the Blue House, the itinerary from Jiahe's South Korean branch was delivered to his hotel room.

Over two days, the mornings were spent looking at commercial real estate projects in Seoul, and the afternoons at the Incheon port logistics park. The second day, the journey took us to Busan to see the semiconductor packaging line that Samsung was collaborating on. On the third day, at noon, we had lunch in Seoul with the Korean partners of Jiahe Real Estate.

"Okay," Lu Chen flipped through the itinerary, tapped the "Day 3" section, and asked, "Where should we have this meal?"

"Tentatively scheduled for the InterContinental Parnas Hotel."

"Okay." Lu Chen nodded slightly.

……

January 31st, Seoul.

The Song family's villa is located halfway up the mountain in Hannandong. It is a high-end three-story Western-style detached villa, and its exterior and interior decoration exude the sophistication and refinement of a newly rich family.

Song Jianming was already up and standing in the dressing room, trying on one suit after another for today—dark blue, double-breasted. He picked out three ties, finally choosing a dark red one.

"How about this one?" he called out to his wife.

The wife walked in carrying a freshly ironed white shirt, glanced at it, and said softly, "The style is quite nice, but isn't the red a bit too bright?"

"Today is a big day, bright colors are nice, it's festive." Song Jianming straightened his collar in front of the mirror. "Is Mingxi up yet?"

"Not yet. I stayed up late last night and just went to bed a little while ago."

"Staying up all night? Staying up all night again?" Song Jianming frowned. "She's a student, why is she staying up all night every day—"

"She said the club is putting on a stage play, and she's writing the script." The mother hung up her shirt, her voice gentle. "It's a good thing that the child has things she likes. Okay, stop nagging, I'll go wake her up."

"You spoil the child so much, look what you've done to her!" Song Jianming snorted in dissatisfaction.

Song's mother smiled gently, ignored her husband, and turned to leave the dressing room.

Song Mingxi's room was on the second floor, on the east side. The curtains were drawn tightly, and the room was so dark that you couldn't see your hand in front of your face.

She was curled up in the blankets, fast asleep. On the bedside table lay a stack of manuscript paper, densely covered with writing in messy handwriting. The last few lines were crossed out and revised repeatedly, all the way to the corner of the paper.

The table lamp was still on; she had forgotten to turn it off last night.

The mother pushed open the door, walked to the bedside, and gently patted the blanket: "Mingxi, Mingxi, get up."

The person under the covers stirred and made a muffled murmur.

"Mingxi, it's time to get up. We have errands to run today."

Song Mingxi abruptly threw back a corner of the blanket, revealing a sleepy face with messy hair plastered to her skin and eyes narrowed to slits: "Mom—I only slept for two hours!"

"I know, listen to me, get up quickly."

"What's the occasion? Why do I have to get up so early?" Song Mingxi pulled the blanket over herself again, her voice muffled. "You and Dad can go to the social event, why do you have to wake me up? I don't even know those people—"

"Listen to me, today's meeting is very important. It's related to whether our family business can take another step forward," Song's mother didn't lift her blanket, but just sat on the edge of the bed and gently stroked her head that was sticking out of the blanket. "They said that the partners' family members can go, and your father specifically asked you to come along too."

"My dad did this on purpose?" Song Mingxi rolled her eyes. "What's he up to now?"

Her mother didn't answer, but just smiled, patted her again, and got up to leave.

Song Mingxi rolled over in bed in frustration, lay there for a while, and finally resignedly got up, dragging her feet into the bathroom. The water gushed out for a while, and she came out with her hair still wet. She looked at herself in the mirror and sighed again.

Her mother added from outside the door, "Dress nicely! That beige dress!"

"Okay—"

……

Downstairs, Song Jianming was already sitting at the dining table, drinking coffee and reading the newspaper.

Flipping to the business section of the newspaper, the headline on the front page read: "Lu Chen, Chairman of Jiahe Group, arrives in South Korea, possibly to exchange views with companies such as Samsung and Hyundai."

Song Jianming tapped his finger on that line of words, his heart surging with emotion.

Song Jianming's company is called Starlight Design, a well-known interior design company in Seoul that specializes in interior design for high-end hotels and commercial spaces.

In recent years, he has been quite lucky. He not only caught the wave of infrastructure construction during the Olympics and his company continued to expand, but he also got involved with Jiahe Real Estate and became Jiahe's largest contractor in South Korea. His company handled the interior design projects for several of Jiahe's projects in Seoul and Busan.

Of course, the ambitious Song Jianming was not satisfied with this; he longed for an opportunity to take his career to the next level.

Just yesterday, Song Jianming received news that Lu Chen, the chairman of Golden Harvest, had come to South Korea to inspect Golden Harvest's businesses there and was scheduled to have lunch with the South Korean partners on the 31st.

He knew his opportunity had arrived.

Who is Lu Chen? Chairman of Jiahe Group, and Asia's richest man. If they could get on his good side, the Song family might be able to follow Jiahe Real Estate out of South Korea and into the world.

As Song Mingxi said, he and his wife would have been enough for this kind of social event. But Song Jianming specially arranged for his daughter to go as well—it was a clever little idea of ​​his.

Lu Chen rose to prominence early, and he's only thirty years old this year, making him the same generation as his daughter.

Moreover, Song Jianming is quite confident in his daughter's looks. Although she is a bit spoiled and straightforward, she is still very good overall.

What if, what if Lu Chen falls in love with her at first sight?

Who in business wouldn't want to be related to a tycoon through marriage?

As for the gossip circulating in the streets, saying that Chairman Lu has countless female confidantes and a large group of women around him—so what?

In South Korea, it's perfectly normal for a man with money and power to have several women around him.

Of course, he dared not tell his daughter this outright. Mingxi was a stubborn girl; if she knew he had this in mind, she would definitely flip the table.

"Dad, I'm all packed!" Song Mingxi's listless voice came from the stairs.

Song Jianming looked up. His daughter was wearing a beige dress, her hair was hastily tied in a ponytail, and she still looked sleepy. She was carrying a small bag and stood at the top of the stairs, looking at him with reluctance.

"Let's go, I've booked a stylist for us," Song Jianming put down his newspaper and stood up. "Be more energetic today, don't always look so sullen."

I'm sleepy.

"Take a nap after you get in the car, but be careful not to smudge your makeup."

"Oh~"

……

The InterContinental Seoul Parnas Hotel is located in Samseong-dong, Gangnam-gu, in the heart of the COEX shopping district.

This hotel was newly built last year to prepare for the upcoming 1988 Seoul Olympics. It has 35 floors and is extremely luxuriously decorated.

According to the plan, the InterContinental Parnas Hotel was originally scheduled to officially open in July of this year. However, after Ba Wanghua made a phone call yesterday, the hotel's top management activated the emergency plan overnight, and forcibly opened a high-standard "trial operation" for Lu Chen - of course, from security to service, from the kitchen to the banquet hall, everything was operated according to the official standard.

At 11 a.m., the banquet hall on the 12th floor was already bustling with activity.

Long buffet tables are set up along the wall, offering a full range of cold dishes, hot dishes, and desserts.

As soon as Song Jianming and his wife entered the venue, they greeted the business owners they knew—people from interior design companies, building materials companies, and partners of Jiahe Real Estate in several projects in South Korea, all of whom were in the industry.

Holding a wine glass, Song Jianming wore an impeccable, eager smile. On the surface, he was exchanging business information with others, but in reality, his eyes were scanning the banquet hall entrance like searchlights, looking for Mr. Lu.

Song Mingxi followed her parents for a while, feeling bored. She found that she couldn't join in the conversations between the middle-aged men, so she picked up her exquisite plate and wandered over to the cold buffet.

She skillfully picked up a sandwich, grabbed a glass of juice, and sat down in a quiet corner, eating it idly. Song Mingxi's gaze swept aimlessly across the banquet hall, then her brows furrowed slightly.

There were an absurdly large number of girls of similar age attending this luncheon.

Some were wearing haute couture gowns, some were wearing modified cheongsams, and there was even one who was wearing a pale yellow dress and looked like she had just come of age.

Song Mingxi recognized several of them; they were the daughters, nieces, and grandnieces of the business owners in her father's business circle. They stood in twos and threes beside their respective fathers, their smiles polite and their postures elegant, like peacocks awaiting inspection.

Song Mingxi pursed her lips.

She's not stupid. Her father sent her here, and the other bosses brought their daughters and nieces too—their intentions are obvious.

What era are we living in? Why are you still doing this kind of thing?

Song Mingxi mentally scoffed as she stuffed the last bite of her sandwich into her mouth—what was this, a concubine selection?

The girl found it increasingly absurd. She had stayed up all night writing a script and was exhausted today. Her mother dragged her out of bed, made her wear an uncomfortable dress, and sent her to a party full of middle-aged men, where she was to be displayed like a commodity—why should she be treated this way?

She clenched her fists, secretly making up her mind: when that Chairman Lu arrives later, she will act a little indifferent, not say much, not smile much, and preferably make him think she is a boring girl, completely eliminating the possibility that he will be interested in her.

After all, she had heard that Lu Chen had at least ten wives. Ten! He must be a complete lecher.

She doesn't want to get involved in this mess.

Having figured this out, Song Mingxi felt a little more relaxed. She carried her plate back to the buffet table, picked up a small cake—a chocolate mousse one—which looked delicious.

She stood by the table, eating bite by bite, her cheeks bulging, completely absorbed in her meal.

Slowly, the time came to exactly twelve o'clock.

The banquet hall doors were pushed open from the outside.

Song Mingxi was just putting the last bite of her cake into her mouth, chewing it vaguely, when she heard the door open and instinctively looked up.

Then, she froze.

A strikingly handsome young man, surrounded by several high-ranking executives from Jiahe Group, strode confidently into the banquet hall.

The man was wearing a dark gray suit, without a tie, and the top button of his shirt was undone. He was tall and slender, with deep and captivating features, and his eyes held an indescribable air of composure.

He walked into the hall unhurriedly, without saying a word, which made the air in the entire banquet hall quiet for a moment.

Song Mingxi was holding a half-eaten piece of cake in her hand, staring blankly at the person, her mouth still in the motion of chewing.

She had only one thought in her mind—

This...this is the lecherous man with ten wives?

Outside the window, the afternoon sun shone through the glass curtain wall and fell on the floor of the banquet hall.

The man walked towards the center of the crowd with a perfectly timed smile. Song Mingxi stood motionless by the buffet table, clutching a small cake.

He even forgot to swallow the cake in his mouth.