Rebirth 05: From Coal Mine Owner to Mobile Phone Tycoon

"Let's fly together, entwined and inseparable~"

Fly to that mortal world~ and be together forever~

A song by Pang Long, "Two Butterflies," woke Lu Yuan from his sleep.

This is a phenomenal hit song from the era of ringtones, and it can be said to be a pioneering internet classic.

Lu Yuan inwardly complained, "This random song design as a phone ringtone is pretty good, but couldn't they put a little more thought into the music library? It's always so inconsistent."

Fortunately, my phone wasn't far away. After sending a message to Wang Fei yesterday, I casually tossed it onto the bedside table before changing into my bathrobe to take a shower.

Lu Yuan glanced at Wang Fei, who was still fast asleep in his arms, carefully took the phone, checked the caller ID and time, and pressed the answer button with a hint of annoyance.

"Hey Lin, it's only 6 o'clock! If you can't give me a reasonable explanation, believe me, I'll throw you over Victoria Harbour!"

Sensing Lu Yuan's boundless resentment, Lin Shaoyang on the other end of the phone sounded slightly embarrassed, but couldn't hide the excitement and agitation in his voice.

"The first draft of the research report is out. Just as you said, this company has very serious problems. The fact that they committed financial statement fraud alone is enough to kill them."

"If we handle things properly, I believe we can definitely make a good start."

"Yeah, it's good to be confident, but that's no excuse for calling me at six. You're definitely doing this on purpose."

Lu Yuan knew that this guy had been busy all night and was really annoyed to see others sleeping.

"Oh, I was just so excited I couldn't contain myself! I wanted to share the good news with you right away. What time should we meet to chat?"

"Okay, 9:30. Collect all the newspapers related to me that you can find in the market later and bring them over with you."

Although Lin Shaoyang was puzzled, he still instructed his assistant to handle the matter. However, this only further confirmed Lin Shaoyang's reputation as someone who enjoyed reading gossip news, leaving him speechless for quite some time afterward.

After hanging up the phone, Lu Yuan edited another text message and sent it to Zheng Qian, telling her to meet at 9:30 at the Peninsula Hotel, room 2510.

Zheng Qian looked puzzled upon receiving the message.

None of my family members understand. Who would be so kind as to invite me to a hotel to discuss business so early in the morning?

Although she had a good first impression of Lu Yuan, the guy stared at her legs with a lecherous look as soon as they met. Could it be that he really had something on his mind?

However, upon further reflection, the 25th floor of the Peninsula Hotel is an executive suite, second only to the Presidential Suite.

As a business reception, it could be explained.

Thinking of this, Zheng Qian felt a little relieved, but also a little disappointed.

Could it be that this guy has the desire to steal but not the courage?

That's why it's said that a woman's heart is like a needle at the bottom of the sea, impossible to fathom.

At that moment, Lu Yuan was carefully pulling his arm out from under Wang Fei's head.

Having been pinned down by Wang Fei all night, Lu Yuan's blood circulation was poor, and his arms were already numb.

Wang Fei frowned, seemingly bothered by Lu Yuan's actions, and snuggled closer into his arms.

Like a lazy cat, Lu Yuan's heart softened.

The sheets were crumpled up at the waist, and the blankets had long since been kicked off somewhere, half dragging on the floor and half hanging at the foot of the bed.

A crumpled tank top and her short skirt lay on the ground, completely crumpled.

I didn't draw the curtains last night.

Lu Yuan remembered that in the final moments, Wang Fei's back was pressed against the glass, and outside the window was a thick curtain of rain. Her skin was pressed against it; the glass was cool, and her skin was hot. She was shouting something until her voice became hoarse.

Lu Yuan looked down at her.

There were dark red marks on her neck, small patches that spread from behind her ears to her collarbone, and then were covered by the blanket.

His throat tightened, and he recalled the way Wang Fei nodded when his fingers hooked the edge of that piece of fabric last night.

A slight chill seeped in through the cracks in the window, cool and damp, a peculiar feeling of a post-rain morning. Wang Fei shivered, snuggling closer to Lu Yuan, lifting her legs to rest on his, her feet icy cold against his calves.

Lu Yuan pulled her closer.

Wang Fei's eyelids twitched, but she didn't open them. Her eyelashes trembled twice, like a butterfly trying to fly but not daring to.

Then she opened her eyes a crack, looked at Lu Yuan, closed them again, and buried her face in his chest.

"What time is it?"

The voice was hoarse and sticky, like the meow of a cat that hadn't woken up yet.

"It's still early, let's sleep a little longer."

Wang Fei hummed in agreement but didn't move.

Lu Yuan remained motionless.

The two lay there, Wang Fei resting on Lu Yuan's chest, Lu Yuan's chin resting on the top of her head.

They could hear each other's heartbeats slow down, no longer pounding like drums last night. Slowly, steadily, as if the two of them had finally synchronized their rhythm.

Wang Fei's fingers traced patterns on Lu Yuan's chest, drawing circles, lines, and other incomprehensible designs. Her fingernails lightly brushed against his skin, causing a ticklish sensation.

Lu Yuan looked at the Empress in his arms, who was acting like a little woman.

Looking at her red lips, he couldn't help but kiss her again.

This kiss was different from last night's; it lacked the fierce, overwhelming force of last night's kiss.

Instead, it was like the rain of early spring, light, soft, and slow. Wang Fei was stunned for a moment, then responded to him, "It was light, soft, and slow too."

Birds were chirping, and the first rays of dawn shone through the window, illuminating the two people's faces. A new day had begun.

Sunlight streamed into her eyes, and Wang Fei closed them, snuggling even closer into his arms.

His hand embraced Wang Fei, his fingers unconsciously stroking her skin, leaving several faint red marks from the previous night.

"You little rascal, what are you doing?"

Wang Fei looked up at Lu Yuan.

"By the way, aren't you hungry?"

Lu Yuan looked at her messy hair, her swollen lips, the sleep marks around her eyes, and the dark red marks on her swan-like neck.

"I'm hungry," Lu Yuan said.

Then he lowered his head and kissed her again.

Unlike the intensity of last night, Lu Yuan's tone was gentle yet firm. Wang Fei's eyes shifted from a hint of resentment to a seductive allure once more. Her voice was husky, yet still melodious and captivating.

The two looked into each other's eyes and breathed rhythmically.

If the effects of alcohol last night were somewhat present, then at this moment, both of them are completely sober, with all their senses so clear, real, and vividly remembered.

As the sun gradually rose, Lu Yuan nudged Wang Fei, whose eyelids were completely closed.

"Would you like to get up and eat something?"

Wang Fei remained silent, only wanting to sleep.

"Okay, then you can sleep a little longer. I'll close the curtains for you."

"Lin Shaoyang and Zheng Qian will be here in a little while, so just stay inside and sleep, okay?"

Wang Fei gave a soft "hmm" in response.