My absurd experiences in North America over the years

"The resumption of all projects is an investment driven by the municipal government, and you are the main person in charge," Li Fu had already planned everything.

Any related reports will state that it was Lucy who brought in the investment to drive the city's recovery.

She is the one in the newspaper photos, the one in the television interviews, and the one in the hearts of voters.

Of course, all of this is true.

If it weren't for Lucy, he would never have done these thankless and exhausting things.

Lucy remained silent for a long time, then softly called out, "Li..."

"Hmm," Li Fu responded softly, "Go ahead."

"Have you ever thought that if the market continues to slump, the money you invested will really go down the drain?" Lucy was somewhat moved, while she would not suffer any losses, but would instead gain fame for her hard work.

In other words, it's advantageous for her no matter what.

"The probability of such an extreme situation is very low. Even if the market continues to fall, construction sites will resume work, and workers' wages will be guaranteed. Those who receive wages will have money to spend. With continuous consumption, the market can slowly recover its vitality." Li Fu doesn't understand so many big principles, nor can he calculate those models on Wall Street.

However, this underlying logic remains unchanged.

Ordinary people today don't care about the government's fiscal deficit or how many points the Wall Street index has risen. They only care about whether they can pay their mortgage this month and whether their children have enough to eat.

With their protection secured, the market can gradually recover.

Lucy was convinced by him. "What are your plans?"

"I'll invest the money and use Williams' qualifications to undertake projects. You'll be responsible for liaising with the municipal government and smoothing things over. For those projects that have been suspended, get them back to work as soon as possible. Once these projects are running, everything will gradually come together."

Li Fu still remembers William, whom he met at the banquet that evening.

At this moment, this Tennessee real estate tycoon is probably half-dead.

If I told him at this time that I was going to invest, he might be so startled that he would suddenly sit up and become energetic again.

The office was quiet for a moment.

Lucy stood up, walked around the desk, and went to his side.

The two stood side by side, looking out the window.

I don't know when it started, but they're no longer the naive young people they were in Los Angeles.

But one thing has never changed.

That is to always think of each other.

That evening, they had dinner together at a high-end French restaurant.

Unlike the plight of the middle class and ordinary people, the wealthy and famous still indulge in lavish lifestyles, with restaurants packed with people.

Fortunately, Li Fuyi had booked a private room in advance.

The dinner was quite pleasant; they had been spending little time together lately, so their affection for each other was naturally strong.

At 10 p.m., the two of them went to Li Fu’s residence without saying a word. It was the detached house that Lucy had bought for him at the beginning.

She herself never stayed overnight.

Today we're going to break this "routine".

Pushing open the wooden door to the courtyard, the air is filled with a faint woody scent and the aroma of bygone days.

The motion-sensor light in the entryway turned on, casting overlapping shadows on the two people with its warm orange glow.

Lucy recalled their time in Los Angeles, when they had no constraints or worries and did whatever they wanted without restraint—a time that was both crazy and sweet.

As soon as she entered the room, she leaned her weight against Li Fu's shoulder, her warm breath gently brushing against his neck, her whole being carrying a hint of intoxication and undisguised affection.

"You haven't brought any other girls here before, have you?" Her voice was very soft, as if afraid of disturbing the tranquility of the room. Her fingertips slowly slid down the edge of his crisp suit jacket and finally stopped at his heart.

Li Fu didn't speak, but instead wrapped his arm around her slender waist and pulled her even closer into his embrace.

The embrace was so tight it felt like they were being embedded into each other's very bones. The sweet, suffocating moments in Los Angeles, and the weariness of each other's struggles over the years, all melted away in this silent embrace.

He lowered his head, his lips, carrying the rich aroma of red wine, precisely finding her red lips.

Lucy responded softly.

At first, they only touched each other tentatively, as if to confirm that this was not a fragile dream, but soon, that restraint was completely ignited by the long-suppressed desire.

Lucy tilted her head back slightly, placed her hands on the back of his neck, and ran her fingers deep into his soft hair, responding passionately and without reservation.

The lingering, tender kisses between their lips carried the certainty and deep affection of adults, making even the air feel hot and thick.

The night outside the window was as deep as the sea, and occasionally car headlights swept across the community's paths, leaving fleeting patches of light on the walls.

In this private space that belongs only to them, the passage of time seems to lose its meaning.

The rustling sound of clothes being removed was deliberately softened, and the moment their skin touched, they couldn't help but let out a satisfied sigh.

Li Fu's kisses meandered from the corner of her lips to her earlobe, then lingered on her slender neck, each touch filled with tenderness and comfort.

Lucy closed her eyes, letting herself sink into this gentle wave, her soft breaths and tightly clasped hands expressing her love for him that transcends the years.

This is the most fervent release of emotions.

Li Fu steadily supported her in his arms, carrying her towards the bedroom with such firm steps that not a single extra sound was made.

Lucy obediently buried her face in the crook of his neck, the faint scent of cedar mixed with red wine lingering around her nose—a scent that made her feel incredibly at ease.

The main light in the bedroom was off, with only a few rays of cool moonlight filtering in from the window, casting a thin layer of silver frost on the floor.

He gently placed her on the soft bed, then leaned over to cover her, shielding her from the cool night breeze with his body.

The two intertwined, like two vines leaning on each other in the wind and rain, drawing warmth from one another.

In the darkness, the senses are amplified infinitely.

Lucy could clearly feel the warmth of his palms. His hands, calloused from years of martial arts training, were incredibly gentle as they slowly traced her back, as if painting a treasured picture.

Each pause of his fingertips was accompanied by a kiss that landed on her brow or the corner of her eye, carrying endless tenderness and comfort.

"Lucy..." Li Fu murmured in her ear, his voice hoarse from trying so hard to control himself, as if sandpaper was gently rubbing against his heart.

He didn't say anything more, but simply pressed his forehead against hers, their breaths mingling and intertwining so close that they couldn't distinguish one from the other.

On this quiet night, all words seem superfluous.

They felt each other's hearts pounding in the same direction. The youth they had spent in Los Angeles, and the hurt and exhaustion of being forced apart, all transformed into boundless tenderness at that moment.

The night is long, please let the dawn come later.