My absurd experiences in North America over the years

Ivanka leaned quietly on Li Fu's shoulder, her fingers lightly resting on his arm, her voice filled with worry, "What are you planning to do?"

The rain was still falling outside the window, but it had lessened a bit, as if it were setting the stage for an impending pause in their conversation.

Li Funeng could sense that Ivanka's breathing was no longer as steady, and said softly, "Don't worry, I know what I'm doing. The next few months will be enough for me to make some adjustments, and I won't let them succeed."

As a time traveler, especially one whose actual age is older than his physical age, he has always had a relatively clear understanding of his own situation.

These past few years have seemed to go smoothly, but in reality, I've been very cautious.

Now that he knows the enemy's attack location, although things are a bit tricky, he can still handle it.

However, he was unable to comfort Ivanka in return.

Being born into a wealthy family has its advantages, but it also comes with its limitations; no one can do whatever they want.

Ivanka needs some time to process this. She can't stop her father from entering politics, and she also knows in her heart that her father's involvement in politics is more beneficial than harmful to Li Fu.

And this is precisely the root of her pain.

This accident is unlikely to be completely resolved!

Li Fu held Ivanka tightly in his arms and gently patted her back to ease her depressed mood.

She couldn't accept the sudden news about the CCP's preparations for entering politics, the rising anti-China sentiment in the presidential cabinet, and the potential future scrutiny of Forrest Capital.

The rain outside the window suddenly intensified, and even a large-scale thunderstorm occurred, which is unusual in New York in the fall.

Ivanka, nestled in Li Fu's arms, suddenly felt like crying.

Since they could never achieve a happy ending, why give her such a beautiful vision?

Just then, her phone vibrated in her bag.

Li Fu gently lifted Ivanka's handbag from the windowsill and handed it to her, while his other arm remained around her slender waist.

Ivanka took her phone out of her bag, the screen illuminating her face. Tears welled up in her eyes but didn't fall. The phone screen showed several messages from Paris Hilton, inviting her to a private party.

"Hilton invited me to a party, let's go together!" She gently rubbed her forehead against Li Fu's chest.

Hilton was a mutual friend of theirs, and she really wanted to relax or vent.

"Okay, I'll take you back to your place to change first," Li Fu agreed, then picked up his phone and told Thompson to drive over.

The party was held at a private villa outside Manhattan, and Ivanka changed into a white evening gown to attend.

When she arrived with Li Fu, it was already 10:30. The villa was brightly lit inside and out, and the edge of the indoor swimming pool was surrounded by warm yellow lights, with tiny specks of light reflected on the water.

There weren't many people at the party, about twenty or so, but each of them held an important position in their respective fields: a fashion magazine editor, a designer, an up-and-coming director, and several faces that frequently appeared in entertainment news.

Their conversation was "turned down" to a low volume, making it seem less like a wild party and more like a social gathering.

Hilton stood next to the bar, wearing a silver-gray short skirt and her hair casually draped over her shoulders.

She saw Ivanka walk in, took a few steps forward and opened her arms, "You've finally come out. I thought you had retired from social life."

"I've just been too busy lately," Ivanka said, offering an excuse.

Hilton's gaze passed over Ivanka's shoulder and landed on Li Fu. "Oh my, isn't this Mr. Li? It's been a long time."

She and Li Fu were old acquaintances; if it weren't for her, Ivanka and Li Fu wouldn't have met so easily.

"Yes! Long time no see," Li Fu replied politely.

"Please come in, both of you!" Hilton maintained the demeanor of a top socialite, without the slightest bit of awkwardness.

The lighting near the bar was dimmer than outside, and the champagne glasses gleamed with a pale golden sheen under the lights.

Hilton and Ivanka stood in a corner, closer together than before, to make it easier to whisper to each other.

Most of the people at the party knew Li Fu. The MTV Awards ceremony was such a big event that it would be hard for anyone in the fashion industry not to know him, so they all came up to say hello.

Even if Li Fu didn't know them, it didn't stop them from recommending themselves.

One Hollywood producer was particularly enthusiastic; he was a major shareholder of Time Warner and a rising star on Wall Street. If they got to know each other, they might be able to collaborate!

With Li Fu gone, the two best friends felt much more relaxed talking to each other.

"You look so down. Is it because your dad wants to go into politics?" Hilton clinked his champagne glass against Ivanka's.

The pairing is too high-profile, or perhaps the upper circle is too small.

Ivanka took a sip of her drink without saying anything, but her expression betrayed her; she was genuinely upset.

"Try to look on the bright side," Hilton put down his glass and looked in Li Fu's direction. "To be honest, I'd be more than happy to see you like this!"

She had been eyeing Li Fu for a long time. More than two years ago, she offered him a high price to be her personal assistant and part-time driver, but unfortunately he went straight to Nashville and wouldn't even answer her calls.

"What do you mean? You want to steal my man?" Ivanka pretended to be angry.

"I didn't mean that at all. I haven't seen him once since he came to New York," Hilton immediately explained. She has principles; she would never touch her best friend's man.

Then, she leaned closer to Ivanka and whispered, "Good-looking men are usually all show and no substance, but he seems to be an exception. I just don't know if it's true or not. Why don't you share your thoughts with your best friend? Isn't he amazing?"

Ivanka's face immediately turned ashen. Her best friend was like that in private, and she didn't know exactly how to put it, so she just nodded.

"Look, this is the perfect lover," Hilton thought with a pang of regret. Why was Li Fu so clueless back then? But that didn't stop her from comforting her best friend. "He's good-looking, has a great figure, and is amazing in bed. Plus, he's your family's best business partner. Does getting married really matter?"

Of course, if it were her, she would be eager to get married as soon as possible, because the Hilton family really doesn't get involved in politics, and marriage would be the only way to keep them in check!

This guy is handsome and good at his job, a true god of wealth.

"But..." Ivanka picked up her glass, still somewhat displeased.

"Sister, let go of unnecessary burdens in your heart. You only live once," Hilton was truly open-minded in this regard, her words flowing like a spring. "Life is unpredictable, and we can't see that far ahead, so let's enjoy it while we can!"

Upon hearing this, Ivanka let out a long sigh, downed the wine in her glass in one gulp, and was somewhat moved.

"Besides, they've been good to you. Your family's wealth has increased by at least 2 billion during this period, right?" Hilton would be lying if he said he wasn't envious or jealous.

She had no idea Li Fu was so good at making money; otherwise, she would have kidnapped him.

She only gave a rough estimate of 2 billion; the actual figure could be more than 2 billion. Given this situation, why is she thinking about so many unnecessary things?

Of course, Ivanka is not her, and the two cannot compare in terms of their inner "boldness".

However, these words did have an effect on Ivanka.

She has recently truly experienced the vicissitudes of life, and Li Fu has indeed been very good to her; the CP Group's market value has doubled in a short period of time.

What else can she make the other party do?

Seeing that it was working, Hilton leaned closer to her best friend's ear again, "Don't say I didn't teach you. If you have a child with a man like him, he'll go through fire and water for you. And in the future, won't the child get a share of his wealth?"

Her words became increasingly extreme, but they were practical principles for dealing with things.