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

Two days later.

Jiang Mian had just stepped out of the villa when she was amused by the scene at the entrance.

Ten black luxury cars were lined up in a row.

Each car had a large pink bow tied to its front.

Two rows of imported flower baskets were placed on either side of the steps, red and yellow ones piled together, their fragrance so strong that Lu Ting frowned on the spot.

Ahai stood at the front, holding up a red banner with gold lettering in both hands.

It says:

"Warmly bid farewell to Dr. Jiang on his triumphant return to the mainland. All of us at Oriental Style Hong Kong look forward to your return."

Jiang Mian stopped on the steps and rubbed her forehead.

"Boss Qian."

She looked up at the man standing next to the lead car.

"What did I tell you the day before yesterday?"

Qian Weimin wore a flashy red suit today.

The flamboyance I held back during the press conference days was all made up for today.

His slicked-back hair was shiny, and when he saw that Jiang Mian's expression was not right, he immediately smiled apologetically.

"Dr. Jiang, this is already a simplified plan that I've streamlined three times."

Jiang Mian looked at the ten cars, then at the flower baskets and banners.

"Ten cars, two rows of flowers, and one banner."

"You call this being low-key?"

"Isn't this being low-key?" Qian Weimin's expression was very sincere.

"I even asked about helicopters."

"After thinking about it, I realized the noise was too loud and might disturb your rest, so I reluctantly deleted it."

Lu Ting ignored his continued rambling.

He shifted the leather bag on his shoulder behind him and strode down the steps.

The bag contained identification documents, a camera, and several rolls of film.

He hadn't let anyone touch him since morning.

Lu Ting walked up to Ah Hai and extended his hand expressionlessly.

Ah Hai felt a chill run down his spine and quickly handed over the banner.

Lu Ting grabbed one end of the red cloth and pulled his arm back.

The three-meter-long banner was quickly rolled into a ball.

He casually tossed it into the trunk of the car next to him.

"They've withdrawn."

Lu Ting looked at Qian Weimin speechlessly.

"It's so eye-catching, who's responsible for attracting reporters along the way?"

Upon hearing the word "reporter," Qian Weimin's smile immediately faded.

"Okay, then take the banner down."

He turned around and gave instructions to Ah Hai.

"Move the flower baskets further away, don't block the entrance."

Ah Hai quickly beckoned people forward.

Lu Ting's expression softened slightly.

But the strong floral fragrance had already entered my nostrils.

His stomach churned, his Adam's apple bobbed, but he managed to suppress it.

Jiang Mian noticed that his breathing had become heavier, so she reached out and squeezed his hand.

Lu Ting immediately lowered his head, "It's nothing."

"Get in the car."

Qian Weimin stood three meters away, very consciously refraining from moving closer.

He has figured it out in the past few days.

The three-meter distance is not only Brother Lu's rule of protecting his wife, but also the ultimate etiquette of Eastern customs.

Whoever fails to uphold this principle will lose face.

Just then, a silver-gray van slowly drove in through the side door.

The car windows were tinted dark, and it was parked discreetly.

The car door opened.

Leslie got out of the car wearing black-rimmed glasses and loose casual clothes.

Daffy followed behind him, carrying a small velvet box.

Qian Weimin's eyes lit up, and he immediately waved.

The bodyguards spread out to block their view from outside.

Leslie didn't get too close either.

He stopped tactfully three meters away and handed the brocade box to Lu Ting.

"I heard you're going back to the mainland today, so Daffy and I came to see you off."

He looked at Jiang Mian and smiled relaxedly.

"This was custom-made by a century-old shop on Hong Kong Island; it's just a small token of my appreciation."

Lu Ting took the brocade box, made sure it didn't have a pungent smell, and then handed it to Jiang Mian.

Jiang Mian opened it and took a look.

Inside lay a pair of baby gold bells.

The bell is small and exquisite; when you pick it up and shake it gently, it makes a crisp sound.

Four characters are engraved on the inside.

Peace and joy.

Jiang Mian's gaze softened.

"That's very thoughtful."

Leslie pointed to Daffy beside him.

"It was his idea."

Daffy didn't try to avoid being seen today.

He stood beside Leslie, looking much more composed.

He looked at Jiang Mian and said something softly.

"Thank you for what you said on the terrace that day."

Jiang Mian closed the brocade box and handed it back to Lu Ting.

"I accept the gift."

She smiled at the two of them and said, "When there's a happy occasion in the family, I'll have someone send you a message."

Leslie and Daffy both understood.

The two did not linger. After delivering the gifts and saying a brief goodbye, they quickly turned and got into their car.

The silver-gray van left through the side door, as quietly as if it had never been there.

It's exactly eight o'clock.

The convoy descended the mountain.

Qian Weimin ultimately couldn't bear to cancel the entire procession, so he simply divided the motorcade into two sections.

In the second car, Jiang Mian sat in the back seat.

Lu Ting turned to the side, his right arm firmly protecting her lower back.

As soon as the car swayed slightly, his arm would stop the inertia in time.

Jiang Mian was protected by him very carefully.

She glanced down at Lu Ting's face; the man had a thin layer of sweat on his forehead.

The fragrance of flowers that wafted from the doorway just now must have been quite a stimulant for him.

Jiang Mian reached out and touched the back of his hand.

"If you feel unwell, just say so."

Lu Ting immediately wrapped his arm around her, saying, "It's okay, it's not a big problem."

Don't worry about me.

Jiang Mian felt a mix of tenderness and sweetness in her heart as she watched him comfort her, even though he himself felt nauseous.

"I'll make you some meatballs when we get back."

Lu Ting's eyes immediately brightened.

"I'll eat whatever you make."

Jiang Mian gave a soft hum.

"Come on, you can't even smell the fishy smell right now."

Lu Ting was silent for a moment, then said in a low voice, "Then I'll wear a mask when I cook fish from now on."

Jiang Mian almost laughed out of anger at him.

As the convoy entered the Central Ring Road, Jiang Mian looked up out the window.

On the exterior wall of a commercial building, a huge "GG" sign for Oriental Style still hangs.

In the poster, she wears a red-gold lace haute couture gown, exuding a cool and noble aura.

Lu Ting stood half a step behind her, his eyes sharp and his presence extremely intimidating.

Pedestrians downstairs stopped and looked up.

Some people pointed at GG and whispered among themselves.

The four characters "Oriental Charm" are already hanging on the most expensive wall in Hong Kong.

Jiang Mian watched quietly for a while.

She is leaving Hong Kong Island.

But her brand remains here, garnering everyone's attention.

Lu Ting adjusted his sitting posture to make her more comfortable.

Jiang Mian leaned on his shoulder and closed her eyes for a short rest.

Qian Weimin sat in the car in front, glancing back from time to time through the window.

He kept giving instructions via walkie-talkie the whole way.

"Don't get too close."

"The car behind, please stop the motorcycle."

"Stop laying red carpets at the border crossing and replace them with dark-colored non-slip mats."

Ah Hai was frantically taking notes on the side.

No matter how the car team was divided into segments, Qian Weimin's flashy license plate was still too conspicuous.

Several paparazzi had been stalking the Peninsula Hotel for days.

Upon seeing the familiar license plate, they immediately hopped on the motorcycle.

I didn't dare get too close.

They followed at a distance, all the way to the outer perimeter of the Luohu Port.

Next to the port parking lot, an old bread truck had been parked for a long time.

The car window was only slightly ajar.

The telephoto lens inside had already been aimed at the spot where we got off the bus.

The vehicle came to a complete stop.

Lu Ting got out of the car first.

He didn't rush to let Jiang Mian out, but instead glanced around.

Only after confirming that the ground was covered with a dark gray non-slip mat did he turn around, bend down, and reach his hand into the car.

Jiang Mian helped him out of the car.

She was wearing a loose trench coat, and her abdomen was not visible at all.

But Lu Ting's hand remained protectively on her waist.

Every step was slow.

Every time someone approached, his gaze would sweep over them coldly.

Qian Weimin stood three meters away, looking as nervous as if he were escorting some rare treasure.

This whole scene was captured on camera.

Inside the old bread truck, the paparazzi's hands went numb from pressing the shutter button so many times.

"Got it!"

"Lu Ting kept protecting her waist!"

"They treat Qian Weimin like royalty!"

Another paparazzi's eyes lit up.

"There are also reports that a nanny van drove up the hillside this morning."

"The license plate looks like the one from Leslie's area."

"Enough, enough, we've got the front page tonight!"

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Thank you to [Long Qingshu's Little Bean Wash] for the extra chapter and for the wonderful post!