What are you doing, Mr. President? I'm just an extra!

The air, which had been flowing, seemed to be drawn into a vacuum, and the atmosphere dropped to freezing point.

Although time has etched fine lines around Shen Suyun's eyes, it has not diminished her beauty in the slightest. On the contrary, like aged liquor, it has given rise to a cold and majestic beauty that makes people dare not look directly at her.

She stood there with her back ramrod straight, a posture cultivated from long years in a high position.

Su Feiyan subconsciously released her grip on Lu Li's arm, her body stiffening slightly and her voice hoarse, like a primary school student caught doing something wrong:

"mom……"

Shen Suyun stopped in her tracks.

She didn't spare even half a second for her own daughter; her sharp phoenix eyes bypassed her defenses and locked onto Lu Li beside her.

The temperature around us seemed to drop ten degrees.

Shen Suyun didn't speak; she just quietly looked at Lu Li.

From the slightly messy ends of her hair to the fullness of her tie knot, to the texture of her cufflinks, and finally to the creases in her leather shoes.

This isn't a visit to a son-in-law; it's clearly a forensic pathologist examining a still-warm corpse on an autopsy table, assessing whether to cremate it directly or dissect it for research.

one second.

ten seconds.

Thirty seconds.

[That look...even forensic examiners don't scrutinize corpses this closely!]

"Auntie, even though I'm so handsome it's alarmed the central government, there's still a fee for staring at me like this."

Lu Li's inner thoughts were racing, but with the support of his "Iron Will," his facial muscle control was on par with an Oscar-winning actor.

His back was straight as a pine tree, his smile was professional, and his eyes were as clear as a recent college graduate.

The suffocating silence left Su Feiyan's palms sweating profusely.

Hearing Lu Li's inner rant echoing in her ears, this extreme contrast made her both want to laugh and feel uneasy.

She was just about to speak to break the deadlock that felt like a battlefield.

Shen Suyun finally spoke.

"Is this the person you chose?"

The voice was chillingly cold.

"He stood there for sixty seconds, his eyes darted around three times, and his breathing became erratic. He was restless and agitated, unlikely to achieve great things."

Su Feiyan's face turned pale, and she was about to explain when Lu Li moved first.

"Hello, Auntie."

Lu Li's voice was deliberately lowered, carrying a mellow and magnetic quality. He extended his right hand, palm facing upward at a forty-five-degree angle—a textbook example of a junior's greeting.

"I am Lu Li, Fei Yan's special assistant, and also her..."

Before the words were even finished, the air froze again.

Shen Suyun did not reach out.

She crossed her arms over her chest, her gaze lightly falling on Lu Li's hand that was suspended in mid-air, her eyes showing three parts mockery and seven parts disdain.

"If a man's hands are smoother and more delicate than a woman's, and his nails are manicured to perfection..." Shen Suyun's lips curled into a faint sneer, "it usually only means two things."

"Or he's a gigolo who lives off women."

"Either they are good-for-nothings who never do anything productive."

"I think these hands have both qualities."

The entire audience was shocked.

These words were like an invisible slap, landing crisply on Lu Li's face.

The bodyguards lowered their heads even further, wishing they could stare a hole in the floor and disappear into it.

Su Feiyan looked at her mother in disbelief, her eyes burning with anger.

This is utterly absurd! Is it wrong to have beautiful hands? This is clearly a trumped-up charge, a pure show of force!

Lu Li's hand remained suspended in mid-air.

To advance is to invite humiliation; to retreat is to admit weakness.

Is this the Iron Lady's method? It's about destroying someone's spirit.

However, Lu Li did not awkwardly back down like an ordinary person, nor did he argue back with a red face and a thud.

[Grandmaster-level Treasure Appraisal Technique] Activated - What is being appraised is not the treasure itself, but the "details".

[Grandmaster-level Massage Technique] activated—Shen Suyun instantly transformed into a brightly lit diagram of the human body's meridians in his eyes.

Lu Li noticed that Shen Suyun's left index finger was very discreetly massaging the web between her right thumb and index finger, and a muscle was twitching slightly between her eyebrows, which were covered by exquisite makeup.

[Case solved... My menopausal aunt... cough, no, I mean, my dear mother-in-law, are you sick in the head?!]

[If you're sick, that makes things easier; I know how to do this!]

The next second, his hand, which was suspended in mid-air, did not retract. Instead, it naturally extended forward half an inch.

His movements were fluid and effortless, as if his initial intention in extending his hand wasn't to shake hands at all, but rather—

Under Shen Suyun's surprised gaze, he steadily took the heavy, dark Hermès Birkin bag from her arms.

The movement was so natural and so expected that Shen Suyun was stunned for a moment and didn't dodge.

Lu Li carried the million-dollar bag in his hand, his face showing no anger at being humiliated. Instead, he wore a gentle, professional, and concerned smile.

Shen Suyun's face darkened, and she was about to scold the boy for not knowing the rules.

"Auntie, there is some swelling in the web of your right hand, and there is also a slight tremor in your fingertips."

Lu Li didn't give her a chance to unleash her full power; his speech was calm and his volume precisely controlled to be audible only to the three of them. He both preserved Shen Suyun's face and hit the nail on the head:

"This is often a precursor to a vascular migraine, especially after a flight with drastic changes in air pressure. This bag is quite heavy, and the hardware is pressing on your Sanjiao meridian of the hand. If it is not removed in time, your migraine will start in less than ten minutes."

Shen Suyun's originally sharp gaze froze instantly, and her pupils contracted slightly.

Her migraines were a chronic condition, and no one outside of her personal butler and private doctor knew about them.

Moreover, she takes excellent care of herself, and at this time, there is no sign of illness on her face at all.

When I got off the plane, the turbulence did cause a dull ache, but this kid…

How did he figure it out at a glance?

"We have heated eye masks and menthol oil in the car, which should help relieve your discomfort."

Lu Li slightly turned to the side, making an impeccable "please" gesture. At this moment, he didn't resemble a son-in-law being scrutinized, but rather a top-tier butler trained by royalty, composed and unhurried.

"Furthermore, keeping my nails neatly trimmed isn't just for aesthetics. It's to prevent me from accidentally scratching the person next to me when I'm helping Hiyan with documents or carrying heavy things for you like I am now."

That was an amazing move.

Not only did he perfectly resolve the awkwardness of being refused a handshake, turning "lack of manners" into "thoughtful consideration," but he also used his professional medical knowledge and high emotional intelligence to open a gap in Shen Suyun's impenetrable defenses.

Su Feiyan stared blankly at Lu Li's profile.

Lu Li was so handsome just now that her legs went weak.

[Ding! Detected that the host has successfully performed an "effective show-off" in front of his mother-in-law. Shen Suyun's impression score has been corrected from "negative infinity" to "negative one hundred".]

Lu Li's inner thoughts: [...So it's actually negative? This old lady is too difficult to please!]

Just then, a cheerful voice broke this eerie balance.

"Wow! Brother Lu, you're amazing!"

Shen Weilan, who had been watching the show from the VIP room, saw the situation turn around and immediately skipped out, her twin ponytails swinging in the air in a graceful arc.

She exclaimed dramatically, her tone full of malice: "You can even tell that Auntie has such a hidden migraine? Brother Lu, you're practically Hua Tuo reincarnated, Bian Que reborn..."

Shen Weilan hadn't finished speaking.

"Shut up."

Shen Suyun turned her head and glared at him.

"Say one more word and I'll suspend your credit card for six months and send you to the African branch to mine cryptocurrency."

Shen Weilan shrank her neck and immediately covered her mouth, behaving as obediently as a quail. Only her big eyes darted around Lu Li and Su Feiyan, filled with schadenfreude: Fight! Fight already!

Shen Suyun turned her head and took a deep look at Lu Li, who was still smiling.

This time, she didn't mention the nail issue again, nor did she get angry.

She gently rubbed her right wrist, which was indeed a little sore from carrying the bag for so long, but it felt much better now.

"Let's go."

She uttered two words calmly, without taking the bag back from Lu Li, and instead strode out first.

Not taking the bag implies acceptance of Lu Li's "service".

In Shen Suyun's dictionary, this is already an extremely rare instance of "not pursuing the matter."

Lu Li, carrying the heavy Hermes bag, gave Su Feiyan, who was still somewhat dazed beside him, a look that said, "I have fulfilled my mission."

[Phew... I didn't win the first round, but at least I didn't die.]

[Mr. Su, this was not only physically demanding, but also mentally taxing. We need to add more money!]

Upon hearing this thought, Su Feiyan's previously tense lips curled into a slight smile. She reached out and took Lu Li's arm again, tightening her grip slightly.

The three of them quickly caught up with Shen Suyun's pace.

But... this is just the rumble of thunder before the storm.