Rebirth 05: From Coal Mine Owner to Mobile Phone Tycoon

Did Lu Yuan not understand what Wang Fei meant?

Of course he understood. Having received the true teachings of his master, how could he not understand the implication in Wang Fei's words?

But Lu Yuan didn't want to characterize today's events as a one-night stand driven by drunken impulse.

Of course, it's not for the sake of development direction.

But at least it's a relationship like the one with Zhou Mei, where you can always have close interactions.

So he didn't want to use alcohol as an excuse to cover up something happening in a muddled way.

He wanted to stir her heartstrings, to move her to the next step because of genuine feelings.

At this moment, it seemed that even God was on Lu Yuan's side.

The rain was drizzling outside the window.

The raindrops tapped on the window, the sound was soft, but it sounded exceptionally pleasant.

Suddenly, amidst the sound of rain, a series of embarrassing shouts reached their ears.

Wang Fei's face turned even redder, with a hint of embarrassment on her face.

Lu Yuan was speechless. Logically speaking, the soundproofing of the Peninsula Hotel should not be too bad.

I don't know if the soundproofing in these two rooms wasn't done well, or if the noise from next door was just too loud.

In short, the sound came through, becoming clearer and clearer, making people blush with embarrassment.

"That voice sounds like that call girl from earlier."

Lu Yuan whispered, as if playing a prank or eavesdropping.

"Did that woman go next door?"

Wang Fei seemed to suddenly remember something.

"What's wrong? You seem to know something?"

"Hmm, guess who I ran into while waiting for the elevator in the hotel lobby when I arrived?"

Lu Yuan quickly went through everyone he knew. Wang Fei's question, prompting him to make this guess, meant that it must be someone he knew or had met before.

Suddenly, a message popped into Lu Yuan's mind.

That mainland director who lived on this floor, just like himself,

Wang Yu, the chairman of the board, had intended to hand his room key to Zhou Mei tonight.

"Could it be that Chairman Wang?"

Wang Fei looked surprised.

"I've discovered you're really smart!"

It seems I guessed correctly.

Did he give you any trouble?

Wang Fei nodded resentfully.

Wang Fei didn't try to hide herself much when she arrived, so it's quite normal for her to be recognized at close range.

"He's disgusting. As soon as he recognized me, he immediately invited me to sit in his room."

"After I rejected him, he actually...he...he actually..."

"He said he's a northern man who can make me feel like I'm in heaven."

"Then they said that if I wasn't satisfied, I should go directly to him, and his room number was 2511!"

As expected, people can laugh when they're speechless to the extreme. Lu Yuan found it really hard to comment on President Wang's inexplicable self-confidence.

What kind of modeling is this? How dare you talk to the Queen of Pop like that!

"You're still laughing. When I was standing at your door, I looked for a long time and made sure it was your room number before I knocked."

"You two live next door. I'm really afraid I'll knock on the wrong door and it will be his. If that happens, I'll feel like I want to die."

The rain outside the window gradually intensified, and the sound of raindrops hitting the windowpane became increasingly noticeable.

The prostitute next door, perhaps because she felt the sound of rain could provide some cover,

The voices became even more unrestrained, even including some blush-inducing words shouted out in that distinctive Cantonese-accented Mandarin.

Wang Fei's body was unusually sensitive and tense.

Lu Yuan could clearly feel Wang Fei's stiffness, and his breathing began to become heavy.

Wang Fei leaned close to Lu Yuan's ear and whispered something.

"Why are they here now? That prostitute's been inside for a while, hasn't she?"

Lu Yuan looked at the wall hanging on the wall

More than an hour had passed since Wang Fei arrived, and about 40 minutes had passed since the prostitute knocked on the wrong door.

"They're probably waiting for the blue fairy to work, after all, when you get to middle age, there will always be times when you can't keep up with your strength."

Looking at Lu Yuan's serious expression as he answered the question.

Wang Fei felt a tickle in her heart; the more serious he was, the more she wanted to tease him.

"So, you're saying you don't have times when you feel powerless?"

Lu Yuan was quite confident in his young body; after all, he had completely subdued Zhou Mei, that mature and charming woman.

"That depends on who I'm facing!"

Lu Yuan pulled Wang Fei into his arms.

Wang Fei exclaimed in surprise, and when she came to her senses, she was already kneeling on Lu Yuan's lap with her legs spread apart.

She then wrapped her arms around Lu Yuan's neck.

The refined, smooth muscle lines were faintly visible beneath the loose bathrobe.

"You little rascal, you have a really nice body. I just wonder if it's like what Chairman Wang said, that northern men are well-endowed."

"What Chinese man isn't valiant!"

The battle platform is now open, both sides have selected their factions, and a new round of StarCraft is about to begin.

Wang Fei had taken off her coat, revealing a cropped tank top underneath. Lu Yuan placed his hand on Wang Fei's waist and pulled her sharply into his arms.

Wang Fei jerked as if she had been burned by a hot flame.

No, it wasn't really hot; Lu Yuan was like a branding iron.

Wang Fei's skin looked like it was on fire. The two of them froze for a second, then hugged each other even tighter.

She lowered her head, her hair falling onto Lu Yuan's face, tickling him. The scent of shampoo was so strong it was almost overwhelming, sweet and cloying, like summer gardenias, like a ripe mango, like the intoxicating aroma of something rotting.

His fingers curled up and gripped her clothes.

Wang Fei didn't move.

Lu Yuan, move up half an inch.

Wang Fei paused for a moment, as if she had just finished running 800 meters, or as if she had just surfaced from the water after drowning.

His chest heaved violently.

Lu Yuan's Adam's apple bobbed once, then again.

Wang Fei pressed his hand down, their fingers intertwined, their palms sweaty and hot, making it impossible to tell whose hand it was.

She gripped him so tightly that her nails dug into his flesh.

It hurt! But Lu Yuan couldn't bear to let go, couldn't bear to pull his hand away, couldn't bear to let this moment pass.

Wang Fei could hear his heartbeat thumping, like thunder rumbling in his chest, just like the spring thunder outside, making his own ears ring.

The blood was flowing too fast, his temples were throbbing, and something was burning inside him, making Lu Yuan's mouth dry and his eyes sore.

Wang Fei lowered her head and took the initiative to kiss Lu Yuan's lips.

Lu Yuan's hand finally pressed down on the thin layer of fabric.