Transmigrating into a Book in the 80s: After Giving Up, I Was Pampered by a Rough Man

Causeway Bay was bustling with people.

Su Tai was sitting on the second floor of his shop drinking tea when a waiter suddenly rushed upstairs.

The guy said that a lot of people were gathered at the bus stop across the street, all looking at the posters on a double-decker bus.

Su Tai put down her teacup and walked to the window to look outside.

Sure enough, the double-decker bus diagonally opposite had just pulled into the station, and the image of Jiang Mian, wearing a pastoral long dress, standing next to the flower stall and looking back filled the entire bus.

The bright posters covered the entire wall of the car, attracting attention even from across the street.

Several elderly women carrying shopping baskets stood next to the bus stop sign, pointing at the posters and whispering among themselves.

"That beautiful woman looks so stylish."

"Is this a foreign brand?"

"But look at that style, it looks a bit like a modified cheongsam."

"Hey, this dress must cost at least several hundred dollars."

As Su Tai listened to the words coming from downstairs, the corners of her mouth slowly curled up.

She suddenly remembered the few words Qian Weimin had specifically mentioned when handing out reservation cards at the press conference last night.

"This is no ordinary shopping voucher."

"Even with the card, we still need to consider the quota we have."

"If all the spots are filled, we'll just have to ask everyone to wait for the next round."

At the time, Su Tai thought Qian Weimin was good at business and deliberately spoke in a tense tone to raise the price of Oriental Flavors.

But now look at all these GG cards plastered all over the streets, and think back to how those wealthy ladies were grabbing cards without a care for their image last night.

She suddenly realized that there was a hidden meaning in Qian Weimin's words.

In a tea restaurant in Central, several white-collar workers in suits were eating pineapple buns and chatting about the huge poster on the building across the street.

"Eastern aesthetics, showcasing luxury to the world."

"That's quite a bold way to say 'GG'."

"you do not say."

"But if you look closely at the fabric of this garment, you can tell it's not ordinary."

"I heard that last night's press conference was a very grand affair, and even Leslie, who doesn't usually participate in these kinds of events, attended in person."

"He was even wearing their men's clothing."

"Leslie even made a public appearance to support them?"

"No wonder this brand looks so powerful."

"Their store doesn't just sell clothes, they also sell that beauty serum."

"I heard that one bottle of that beauty serum costs HK$140,000, that's terrifying."

"What do you know? The more expensive this kind of thing is, the more rich people will scramble to buy it."

One of the older white-collar workers pushed up his glasses and spoke in a low voice.

"Last time they were criticizing so fiercely in the newspapers, but look at the situation today, their 'GGs' are all over Hong Kong now."

Amidst the lively discussion, a young employee suddenly leaned closer and mysteriously revealed some inside information.

"I heard from people that the beautiful woman in the magazine is the boss behind Oriental Style."

"She's only in her early twenties."

"Really?"

"This is absolutely true, no doubt about it."

The young employee spoke with great conviction.

"My cousin works at Mr. Qian's company."

"He said that Mr. Jiang is incredibly generous. The amount of money spent on last night's press conference is something we ordinary people wouldn't even dare to dream of."

After listening, the group looked at each other in bewilderment, then turned to look at the poster across the street.

Looking at Jiang Mian's composed and beautiful face on the poster, the expressions in their eyes changed.

Outside the Peninsula Hotel, the lobby manager was directing workers to adjust the angle of the lights on the exterior wall early in the morning.

Hotel guests come and go, and when they pass by the main entrance, they can't help but stop and take a second look at the huge poster on the wall.

In the poster, Jiang Mian is wearing a gorgeous brocade dress and stands side by side with Lu Ting under the dim light.

A European woman carrying a designer handbag happened to be passing by and suddenly stopped in her tracks.

She looked up at the posters on the outer wall, then turned to ask her companion.

"Is this some new brand?"

"Oriental style?"

Her companion also looked up for a while.

"I'm not quite sure either, but this dress is really beautiful."

"It seems like a very grand press conference was held here last night."

"My husband mentioned it to me last night."

The European woman made a decision immediately.

"Let's go to the front desk and ask about the situation."

On one side of the Peninsula Hotel lobby, a temporary information desk featuring Oriental goods has been set up.

The phone has been ringing non-stop since seven o'clock in the morning.

Following the script she had been trained on the night before, the receptionist answered a series of inquiries from various guests.

After each phone call, she would make a new entry in the register beside her.

……

In the penthouse suite at the Peninsula Hotel, Martin and Luc were excitedly organizing the photos.

Both of them are editors-in-chief of top European food magazines, and the amazing launch event last night kept them so excited that they didn't go to sleep until the early hours of the morning.

Martin organized the photos of the posters on the peninsula's exterior walls and faxed them directly to the editorial department in Europe.

He also added a sentence below the photo.

"A luxurious narrative from the East is making a strong landing on Hong Kong Island."

Luc, who was standing next to him, was also busy sending faxes, and couldn't help but urge Pierre on.

"Old Pi, if you don't act quickly, someone else will take over the entire French market."

"The GG offensive here is really too powerful."

"This is far more impactful than our magazine cover feature."

After sending the fax, the two looked up and exchanged a glance.

They both saw the same thing in each other's eyes.

The cake from Oriental Flavors, exuding an enticing aroma, was much bigger than they had imagined.

Throughout the day, people all over Hong Kong Island were talking about Eastern culture and customs.

Wherever you go, you can see huge posters of Oriental Style everywhere.

The villa on the hillside was unusually quiet at this time.

The afternoon sun streamed in through the huge floor-to-ceiling windows, casting slanting shadows on the soft wool carpet in the living room.

Jiang Mian slept until the afternoon before slowly waking up.

She nestled in the large sofa like a cat, covered with Lu Ting's coat, with an open picture book casually spread on her lap.

Her eyes weren't fully open yet; she looked languid and had a delicate air about her just woken up.

Lu Ting's tall figure walked out of the kitchen, carrying a bowl of scallop and seafood congee that had been kept warm.

He walked to the sofa and gently placed the porcelain bowl next to Jiang Mian.

"Mianmian, are you awake?"

"Um."

Jiang Mian raised her hand and gently rubbed her eyes, her voice still carrying a hint of sleepiness.

"What time is it now?"

It's 3:30 PM.

Jiang Mian slowly sat up from the sofa and habitually leaned into Lu Ting's broad arms.

"Honey, has there been any news from Boss Qian?"

He called this morning.

He said the posters and GG images are all in print.

As Lu Ting spoke, he picked up the bowl of porridge on the table and scooped up a spoonful of hot porridge.

The man lowered his head slightly, carefully blew on the hot food, and waited until the temperature was just right before steadily bringing the spoon to Jiang Mian's lips.

"Boss Qian said the publicity outside is very effective, so you don't need to worry."

He will continue to keep an eye on things on Hong Kong Island.

Jiang Mian obediently opened her mouth and enjoyed her husband's service.

A warm feeling spread through her stomach, and she felt so comfortable that she even squinted her eyes slightly.

"How many phone calls did Boss Qian make this morning?"

"I've played against three."

As Lu Ting spoke, he scooped up another spoonful of warm porridge and handed it over.

He spoke in a calm tone, but his eyes revealed a doting affection.

"You should finish this bowl of porridge obediently first."

"No business talks are allowed on an empty stomach."

As the two were talking, the retro landline in the living room suddenly rang.