Transmigrated into a female-oriented novel, and put an end to the domineering CEOs all over the city

Inside a private room of a mid-range restaurant in Bashi.

Lu Jingxiu sat idly in the private room playing on his phone. Old Lu said that there was a member surnamed Meng in the inspection team tonight, who was the granddaughter of an old friend of Lu's grandfather.

So he asked Lu Jingxiu to treat her to a meal to show his hospitality.

Lu Jingxiu understood immediately; wasn't this just a blind date?

Although he wasn't interested in blind dates, there was no need to offend anyone. It was just a meal anyway, and the other person was most likely a young person arranged by their family.

Everyone was polite, had a meal and chatted, and then went home. Everyone was happy, the mission was accomplished, and it was perfect.

Just then, the door to the private room opened.

A young and beautiful girl walked in.

She has fair skin, a beautiful face, and delicate features. Her pretty almond-shaped eyes are slightly upturned, giving her an air of arrogance.

Wearing a custom-made black suit skirt, her long, straight black hair fell over her shoulders, and her long, slender legs were accentuated by black stockings.

She first scanned the private rooms.

This is just an ordinary private room in an ordinary restaurant; there's nothing special about it.

She turned her gaze away and looked at Lu Jingxiu sitting at the table.

The man was quite good-looking, with handsome features and a clean-cut demeanor. He was dressed in a bespoke suit and was no less dashing than the wealthy young men of Beijing's elite circles.

"Lu Jingxiu, I am Meng Qingxi." Her voice was clear and melodious, "Qingxi as in 'beautiful eyes clear, graceful bearing complete'."

Lu Jingxiu remained outwardly calm, but inwardly he curled his lip in disapproval.

He stood up and gave a polite smile: "Miss Meng, it's a pleasure to meet you. Let me reintroduce myself. I am Lu Jingxiu, meaning 'respectful and cautious from beginning to end, cultivating virtue within oneself'."

He emphasized the words "be respectful and cautious from beginning to end, and cultivate virtue in oneself," as if responding to the other person's words, "Her eyes are beautiful and clear, and her demeanor is perfect."

Meng Qingxi was stunned for a moment. Why did it sound like she was being mocked?

However, since the other person was introducing himself, she couldn't really make a scene. But her initial impression of Lu Jingxiu dropped even further.

He's reasonably good-looking, but how can he be so ungentlemanly? When a lady arrives, he doesn't even bother to get up and pull out a chair for her? Does he expect her to do it herself?

She snorted inwardly, reached out and pulled out the chair opposite Lu Jingxiu, sat down calmly, and then elegantly crossed her legs.

"The chef I usually eat at is from Paris. The French Embassy specifically requests him for their banquets," Meng Qingxi said casually, her gaze sweeping over the simple menu on the table.

"This is my first time at a restaurant of this caliber. You can decide what to order. I don't have any dietary restrictions, as long as it's clean and hygienic."

Lu Jingxiu's lips twitched.

He originally thought that a normal girl would come, but he didn't expect that it would be this kind of standard villainous rich girl.

She came from an extremely wealthy family, was exceptionally beautiful, had a terrible personality, and met a tragic end.

Lu Jingxiu sighed inwardly.

Forget it, what's the point of talking to this kind of villainous supporting character who lives out of a script?

Anyway, he's not a woman, so she won't see him as a potential rival.

Just throw something together and get through the meal.

And what kind of dishes will she even order? Judging from this young lady's attitude, she probably won't even touch her chopsticks.

Why not just go somewhere else, grab a coffee and chat? It's cheaper, faster, and avoids food waste.

"Oh, as expected of Miss Meng, your taste is indeed refined. In that case, I suppose Miss Meng wouldn't be used to these ordinary home-cooked dishes?"

Lu Jingxiu smiled slightly: "Then how about I invite Miss Meng to have a drink at the coffee shop next door?"

To prevent this young lady from refusing to go because she thought the coffee shop was too low-class, Lu Jingxiu decided to take the initiative and start improvising:

"The coffee beans used in that shop come from the primeval forests of Ethiopia at an altitude of over 2200 meters. The coffee farmers there must pick each bean by hand with the gentlest touch before sunrise, while the morning dew is still fresh."

"It is said that the extreme temperature difference between day and night there gives the coffee beans a wonderful aroma that is a blend of morning dew and starlight."

As he spoke, he observed Meng Qingxi's expression.

Very well, the young lady's eyes did indeed show a bit more curiosity.

Lu Jingxiu continued, his tone becoming even lower: "Do you know that the beans were transported under constant temperature and humidity, escorted by a special transport team, and even the water used for brewing was snowmelt water that was airlifted from the top of Mount Fuji every day?"

"For no other reason than to prevent these beans from being tainted by even the slightest bit of ordinary water."

Meng Qingxi's eyelashes trembled slightly.

Meltwater from Mount Fuji? Airlifted? That sounds...intriguing indeed.

Lu Jingxiu continued, "And their cups are the final work of Hermès' former chief designer before his retirement; there are only six in the whole world."

"Woman, I don't easily offer this cup of coffee to people," Lu Jingxiu stood up, narrowed his eyes slightly at Meng Qingxi, and tossed a fan-shaped diagram at her: "Because some people are not worthy of letting these beans go through the fate of being ground."

He leaned forward slightly, his voice as deep as a cello: "You are the first."

Meng Qingxi's pupils constricted sharply. The man before her stood backlit, broad-shouldered and long-legged, every crease of his suit seemingly measured with a ruler. The word "woman" uttered from his thin lips carried a hint of disdain and a powerful sense of control, causing her heart to skip a beat and her cheeks to flush uncontrollably. His voice was so beautiful, like the lowest note of a cello, making her eardrums tingle. Snowmelt from Mount Fuji, only six cups in the world, the first… Was he implying that I was special? Was he using the world's scarcity to highlight my uniqueness… (800 words omitted)

Meng Qingxi's mind was completely blank, with only one line of comments looping on repeat: He's so handsome, he's so handsome, he's so handsome...

She didn't know when she stood up, nor how she followed Lu Jingxiu out of that shabby restaurant.

When she came to her senses, the two of them were already sitting in a window seat at a Luckin Coffee.

Lu Jingxiu scanned the QR code and ordered two cups of coffee for 9.9 yuan each, then brought them over.

Meng Qingxi: "...How did you make this coffee so quickly?"

According to Lu Jingxiu's description, shouldn't there be an extremely complicated and time-consuming ritual from grinding to brewing?

Lu Jingxiu's lips curled into a slight fan shape. He gently placed the coffee in front of Meng Qingxi, then braced himself against the back of her chair with one hand, slowly leaning down to close the distance between them once again.

"Ms. Meng," he said in a deep, hoarse voice, "the speed you saw is the result of my team arriving five hours early."

"The beans for this cup of coffee were just flown in from Ethiopia by special plane this afternoon. From landing, to sorting, to grinding, and finally to being presented to you."

"The entire process takes no more than 12 hours; every second longer would be a desecration of the flavor."