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

Meng Qingxi glanced down at the Luckin Coffee logo on the cup, then looked up at him.

Lu Jingxiu seemed oblivious to her gaze and continued his fabrication: "You think this is just an ordinary Luckin Coffee?"

He shook his head slightly, a mocking smile playing on his lips: "Miss Meng, you know, families like ours, as children of public officials, often... have to be careful."

He said the words "be careful" very softly, but they were full of meaning.

Then, he paused, letting out a low, sexy chuckle.

Then, he leaned down a little closer, this time close enough to see the fine foundation on Meng Qingxi's face and smell the fragrance on her skin: "I had the internal brewing head of the machine inside replaced overnight."

"This is a custom-made model handcrafted by top German engineers. There are only three in the world," he said, waving three fingers in front of Meng Qingxi. "The other two are in the royal kitchens in London and Dubai."

"The water temperature must be precisely at 80.1 degrees Celsius. If it's even 0.1 degrees off, the aftertaste of this coffee will be completely different," Lu Jingxiu's breath almost brushed against Meng Qingxi's ear, his voice very soft. "You know, that's murder of the beans."

Meng Qingxi looked up at the "Store Promotion: Coconut Latte for 9.9 Yuan" on the big screen in the store, and then looked at the coffee in front of her that was exactly the same as the one on the screen.

She paused for a few seconds, then asked the crucial question: "Then why does it only cost nine yuan and ninety cents?"

Lu Jingxiu frowned slightly. Damn, how come this woman is so smart? Could it be that his domineering CEO routine is wrong?

Is it that your tone isn't assertive enough, or that your gaze isn't focused enough?

He shook his head slightly, his gaze sweeping over another pie chart, this time with three parts disappointment, three parts understanding, and four parts "You still don't understand elegance."

"Because," he began slowly, his voice regaining its deep and magnetic tone, "true luxury is never written on the price tag."

"It's written here," Lu Jingxiu pointed to his chest, "You can drink this cup of coffee not because it's worth 9.9 yuan, but because I made it appear in front of you in the form of 9.9 yuan."

Lu Jingxiu gave another slight beckoning look and tossed over a fan-shaped diagram: "This is my redefinition of... the daily routine."

Meng Qingxi was silent for a few seconds: "...Then why is it a paper cup?"

Lu Jingxiu's lips curled into a fan shape, his gaze sweeping over the fan shape: "Porcelain preserves its aesthetic appeal, while paper cups preserve the present moment."

"The one you have here comes from a specific coniferous forest in Finland. That factory only supplies NASA in the United States. I had them process this batch of pulp separately in my personal capacity, specifically for this type of coffee."

"The insulation layer is exactly 0.1 millimeters thicker than that of a regular cup."

"The perfect temperature is just right, keeping the coffee between 58 and 72 degrees Celsius until you finish the last sip. This is the temperature I've determined to be the most pleasant for the tip of your tongue after a long period of research."

After speaking, he elegantly straightened up, sat opposite Meng Qingxi, crossed his long legs, and looked through the glass window of Luckin Coffee into the distance, as if the view outside the window was not a bustling street, but the sunset grassland of his private estate.

The air was quiet for a few seconds, broken only by the sound of the delivery guy rushing in to pick up the food.

"Is 1326 ready yet?! Hurry up! I'm going to run out of time!"

Meng Qingxi picked up the paper cup with the Luckin Coffee logo, hesitated for a moment, and then took a small sip.

...Isn't this just regular coffee?

It was just a very ordinary one, and there was too much sugar in it.

But then she suddenly remembered the raw materials and steps that Lu Jingxiu had just explained to her.

Could it be that……

The so-called specialty coffees she usually drinks may simply be a case of her taste buds being blinded by commercial packaging and high prices.

The cup in front of you may seem ordinary, but it actually contains the extremely meticulous details and unimaginable effort that Lu Jingxiu mentioned.

Is she too superficial, too easily deceived by appearances, unable to appreciate the true flavor behind this cup of Ethiopian beans soaked in snowmelt water?

She raised her head with a complicated expression and looked at the man opposite her.

Lu Jingxiu remained in that position, his long legs crossed, his head slightly turned, his gaze fixed intently out the window.

The afterglow of the setting sun shone through the glass window, casting a soft golden edge on his handsome profile.

His pupils clearly reflected the scene outside the window: a traffic policeman in a fluorescent vest was deftly taking a picture of the windshield of a Dongfeng Mengshi and issuing a ticket.

Meng Qingxi remained silent for a moment.

He said there are only three of these machines in the world, and he actually moved one of them to this coffee shop so that I could have this cup of coffee.

Meng Qingxi glanced at Lu Jingxiu across from her again, her heart burning with desire.

He didn't just invite me for coffee; he cut a small piece of his whole world and placed it in the palm of my hand.

He must have made countless phone calls last night to arrange for the beans and worked through the night to debug the machines in preparation for this moment...

Everything he did was so that she could safely and unnoticed enjoy this unique luxury.

Meng Qingxi took a deep breath, feeling her eyes getting hot.

He's right, true luxury is never written on the price tag.

Those who can't appreciate the quality of this coffee are truly pathetic; they only care about price, but can't taste the warmth within it...

Meng Qingxi originally only intended to go through the motions of this blind date.

However, after meeting Lu Jingxiu, she found herself extremely satisfied with the family's arrangements this time.

This is clearly a man of exceptional talent, with a grand vision, meticulous mind, and unique taste! He comes from a good family, is handsome, has a unique temperament, and even knows how to create this kind of "silent yet powerful" romance!

That's right, only such an outstanding man is worthy of her, the daughter of the Meng family, and worthy of Meng Qingxi's affection.

However, she needs to investigate further.

Thinking of this, she subtly changed her form of address, her tone filled with curiosity: "Jingxiu, I heard from Uncle Lu that you're still... a student?"

Lu Jingxiu's phone buzzed, and he took it out to look at it.

The above are two messages from the traffic police in Bashi, informing him that his car was illegally parked and had been penalized.

Lu Jingxiu's lips twitched, preparing to give a few perfunctory words and leave: "Well, that's just my cover. In reality, I've been working for the police."

Meng Qingxi was taken aback: "Working for the police?"

Suddenly, a steaming plate of curry rice was placed on the table between the two of them. The curry rice looked like it came from the hands of some kind of obsessive and perverse culinary skill.

Lu Jingxiu and Meng Qingxi both looked up at the same time, somewhat bewildered.

A handsome man dressed in a bespoke suit and wearing gold-rimmed glasses was standing next to the two-person table.

His phoenix eyes behind his glasses narrowed slightly, and a faint smile played at the corners of his mouth.

"Lu Jingxiu," the man said, his voice magnetic, "we meet again."