Three years after our breakup, you came back to China, and I'm just giving up. Why are you cryi

Looking at the pair of beautiful, fair, and shapely legs draped over his lap, Lu Hao smiled.

Under the light, her skin was as smooth and lustrous as the finest white jade, radiating a hazy glow.

He looked up and met Zhou Mengmeng's teasing eyes.

"Tell me, if your fans knew that their goddess was being so intimate with some random guy in a rented apartment, wouldn't they be furious and go crazy on the spot?" Lu Hao laughed.

"I don't have any fans at all, this is just the beginning." Zhou Mengmeng couldn't help but roll her eyes and tapped his thigh with her toe.

"You've already had that big penis, and you say you're just starting out? Does that mean I'm still in the womb?"

Lu Hao joked, placing his hands on it and pressing down lightly.

The touch from his palm was warm and delicate, causing a slight flutter in his heart.

"This is my first GG," Zhou Mengmeng said, her eyebrows curving into a beautiful crescent moon and a smug smile playing on her lips. "Right now, you're giving a massage to a future superstar. You should be secretly thrilled."

"You think I'm secretly happy just because I got a massage?" Lu Hao's hands didn't stop, but his words were sharp. "Then what about all the other times I slept with them before? Wouldn't I be ecstatic?"

"It's a pity," Zhou Mengmeng blinked her beautiful eyes, "you won't be able to sleep with him anymore."

Lu Hao subconsciously touched his nose, and a faint fragrance wafted from his hand.

"Really not giving it to me?" He put his hand back on her leg, softening his grip, and asked casually.

Zhou Mengmeng sneered, "Heh... who was it that acted all high and mighty in front of me back then? Instead of eating what's at home, you insisted on going out and nibbling on wildflowers outside."

"Homegrown flowers never smell as good as wildflowers."

"You bastard!"

Zhou Mengmeng cursed angrily and kicked Lu Hao in the waist.

With a muffled thud, Lu Hao was kicked and slammed against the other end of the sofa, almost falling off.

"Hey, you're trying to murder your husband!" Lu Hao rubbed his waist, not angry at all, but grinned. "I was just trying to give you a massage, and you repay kindness with enmity."

"Hmph." Zhou Mengmeng curled her legs back up, hugged them to her chest, turned her head away, and continued watching the show while holding potato chips, looking like she was saying "Don't bother me."

The living room was quiet for a moment, with only the sound of a TV series on the tablet and the "crunch" of potato chips being bitten.

Lu Hao looked at her puffed-up profile and smiled helplessly.

He knew that Zhou Mengmeng was still blaming him for what happened last time.

But honestly, it was purely accidental. He was just feeling down and wanted to have a drink, who knew he'd run into Xiao Xiyue.

Looking back now, I realize how ridiculous I was.

If I hadn't gone to the bar, if I had been able to control myself, perhaps I would already be lying in Xiao Xiyue's arms, and none of this mess would have happened.

Unfortunately, there are no "what ifs" in life.

Lu Hao had no regrets. In the adult world, every action has consequences.

"Hey..." Zhou Mengmeng gently kicked his arm with her little foot, pulling him back from his thoughts.

"what?"

"You really started your own company?" Her tone became much more serious, and she looked up from the tablet and onto his face.

"Of course it's happening! It's officially opening tomorrow, are you coming to support us?" Lu Hao raised an eyebrow.

"Beg me." Zhou Mengmeng raised her chin, reverting to her haughty demeanor.

Now it was Lu Hao's turn to roll his eyes. "Not very famous, but with a lot of airs."

"Don't you know best whether my clips are big or not?"

"I……"

Lu Hao almost choked on his breath.

How come this car was started so suddenly?

"Fine, if you don't want to come, then forget it. My little temple really can't accommodate a future superstar like you."

Zhou Mengmeng didn't respond and turned her attention back to the tablet.

Seeing that she was ignoring him, Lu Hao reached out and tugged at her leg.

"What are you doing?" Zhou Mengmeng's body stiffened, and she looked over warily, but she didn't pull her leg back.

"Can I ask you something? How many days will you be staying this time?"

"Two days, I have to leave the day after tomorrow afternoon." When she mentioned work, her expression became more serious. "Didn't that little starlet's career end? She still has a TV series project, and the company wants me to audition for it. If all goes well, I can take her place."

"Wow, you've even made it into TV dramas? What role are you playing?" Lu Hao asked, intrigued.

"An extra who appeared for less than five minutes slapped the female lead as soon as he appeared, and then was shot dead by the male lead."

Lu Hao: "..."

Well, this conversation is going nowhere.

He got up, took a shower, and returned to his room, where he lay on the bed in a "太" (tài) shape.

With his hands behind his head, he stared at the ceiling with his eyes wide open, but a fire seemed to be burning inside him.

Tomorrow, my company will officially open for business.

The stage we built ourselves is about to open.

Whether you're a dragon or a worm, whether you'll eat meat or starve, it all depends on how well you take that first step.

However, Lu Hao felt that as a southerner, he shouldn't be able to survive on air.

He slowly closed his eyes, his mind filled with the company's future blueprint, a mixture of excitement and nervousness.

Embracing a burning, unyielding spirit, we step into the most beautiful dream.

……

The night was deep and unfathomable.

The doorknob of Lu Hao's room was gently pressed down, the door was pushed open a crack, and a slender figure slipped in.

Zhou Mengmeng was barefoot, and the cold wooden floor made her toes curl slightly, but she didn't make a sound.

She walked step by step to the bedside, and with the help of the sparse moonlight coming in from the window, she could see the outline of Lu Hao sleeping soundly, his breathing steady and long.

Zhou Mengmeng bit her lower lip, lifted a corner of the blanket, and tiptoed inside.

She carefully moved her body, slowly approaching the center of the heat source.

In a daze, Lu Hao felt a soft and fragrant body snuggle into his arms, wriggling restlessly.

He frowned slightly, still lost in his dream, and subconsciously pulled the person closer to him, mumbling something indistinctly.

"Su Yu, stop fooling around!"

Zhou Mengmeng, who had snuggled into his arms, froze instantly, all her movements coming to an abrupt halt.

Two seconds later, with a "whoosh," the blanket covering Lu Hao was suddenly ripped off!

Zhou Mengmeng was furious. She grabbed his pajamas collar with both hands and dragged him off the bed.

"Lu Hao! How do you know President Su?"

Lu Hao opened one eye halfway, his groggy brain still not fully activated. Looking at the blurry black figure in front of him, he asked in confusion, "Who are you?"

"Snapped!"

Zhou Mengmeng slapped the bedside lamp on, and the not-so-bright, warm yellow light illuminated her stunningly beautiful yet furious face.

"Come on, take a good look at who I am?" Zhou Mengmeng brought her face close to Lu Hao's, her beautiful almond-shaped eyes wide open, burning with two flames inside.

The sudden light made Lu Hao squint. He rubbed his eyes and finally focused his vision.

Upon seeing the person in front of him, he not only failed to regain his senses but also grinned foolishly.

"Hehe...woman."

Without waiting for Zhou Mengmeng's reaction, he reached out, grabbed her waist, pulled her down, and flipped her over, pinning her beneath him.

"Lu Hao...you...uh..."

Zhou Mengmeng was both shocked and angry. Just as she was about to struggle, Lu Hao's lips were already on hers.

That familiar scent overwhelmed all her senses, and all her strength to struggle was drained away in that instant.

Outside the window, a cool night breeze gently swayed the curtains.

In the dim light, the swaying curtains cast shadows on the wall, rising and falling erratically.

The curtains, when blown by the wind, would occasionally emit some suppressed sounds.