My absurd experiences in North America over the years

"Hi everyone, good evening."

Paris Hilton waved to the crowd in her signature sweet voice, with her famous pouty expression on her face.

Surrounded by several followers and bodyguards, she slowly walked towards the VIP booth like a star being surrounded by admirers.

Wherever they went, screams and the clicking of camera shutters filled the air.

"Is she Paris Hilton?" Li Fu asked calmly, looking at the blonde girl surrounded by an aura of glamour.

"Absolutely true," Gadot's voice carried a complex emotion, "She is the darling of this era. If she wanted to, she would be in tomorrow's headlines."

Li Fu nodded slightly; that was indeed the case.

After all, her marketing skills are so sophisticated that even the Kardashian family would probably be ashamed of themselves.

He had every reason to believe that the Paris night videotape might have been deliberately leaked.

When it comes to shamelessly gaining attention, Paris Hilton is probably the undisputed number one in the world in this era.

Just then, a middle-aged man in a flashy suit and gold-rimmed glasses walked over carrying two glasses of champagne.

He is a well-known entertainment agent in the industry.

I had contact with Gadot before.

"Hi, you look absolutely gorgeous tonight," Mark complimented with a smile, then turned his gaze to Li Fu, "And this is...?"

"Li Fu, my male companion," Gadot introduced simply.

Mark immediately flashed a professional smile and extended his hand. "Hello, you can call me Mark. The most interesting people here tonight are over there."

He gestured with his chin toward the VIP area not far away, "Especially Paris, she recently ended a relationship and needs some fresh blood. If you're interested, I can take you over to say hello."

As a time traveler, Li Fu was well aware that Hilton's romantic history was so rich that it could fill a historical record.

It is said that at least fifty people have had romantic relationships with him.

The meaning of "fresh blood" is self-evident.

Mark's statement was clearly a test.

Of course, it could also be an opportunity.

Paris Hilton has attended white parties more than once.

Gadot frowned slightly, about to refuse.

Li Fu smiled and shook Mark's hand, saying, "It's a great honor."

Seeing this, Gadot had no choice but to go with her.

Led by Mark, the three of them made their way through the crowd to the VIP booths.

"Paris, look who's here."

Mark broke the small circle's conversation with a smile.

Paris turned her head and took off her huge white-rimmed sunglasses.

Up close, she appears even more refined than on television, possessing an almost unreal, typical North American sweetheart charm.

She has long, platinum blonde hair that cascades down her shoulders, with natural curls at the ends.

Her skin was fair and delicate, gleaming like pearls under the light, like a meticulously crafted piece of porcelain.

Those big, deep blue eyes were like the purest gemstones, and her long eyelashes fluttered like fans. Her eye makeup was also the smoky style that was popular in this era.

This makes her look both innocent and languidly sexy.

To be honest, he might not be considered exceptionally talented.

But she is indeed a very charming Western sweetheart beauty.

"Hi, Mark," Hilton's voice was as sweet as melting cotton candy, her gaze casually sweeping over Gadot before finally settling on Li Fu.

Compared to the "Beat Generation" who grew up in North America after the Vietnam War, Li Fu's temperament was noticeably more masculine.

He has a melancholic and aloof temperament, with a very sharp edge.

His facial features stand out even among male celebrities.

In that instant, Hilton's eyes lit up noticeably, like a child seeing the latest toy in a shop window, filled with simple and direct curiosity and appreciation.

"Wow," Hilton put down his champagne, leaned forward slightly, and smiled knowingly. "Is this a new friend?"

She didn't speak directly to Li Fu, but looked at Mark.

Mark understood immediately and introduced with a smile, "No, no, she's Gadot's friend."

Hilton then looked at Gal Gadot.

Gadot has been extremely popular for the past two or three months because of that set of photos, and she had heard about it.

Through Mark's introduction, the two met for the first time.

However, Hilton then looked at Li Fu again, tilting his head and letting his gaze roam freely over him, from his face down to his broad shoulders and then to his taut waistline.

"Hello, Li," she said slowly, using a coquettish nasal tone.

Li Fu responded indifferently, offering only polite formalities.

"What do you think of this dress? I had it specially made in Paris, and it has a thousand Swarovski crystals on it," Hilton said, turning gracefully around.

This is a typical socialite opening line: boastful and self-centered, yet it carries a certain inexplicable allure.

Li Fu looked at her, his expression unchanged, and simply smiled faintly. "Very beautiful, but if it were me, I would choose black. Black is more mysterious, isn't it?"

Hilton was slightly taken aback.

Clearly, she was used to flattery rather than advice.

Strangely, she wasn't angry; instead, she laughed even more heartily, even gently twirling her blonde hair with her fingers. "You're funny. Most men would just say, 'Paris, you're the most beautiful.'"

Li Fu simply responded with a smile.

He did it on purpose, of course; "groveling" is useless.

A little "contrarianism" is what truly attracts attention.

Hilton turned to her female companion and said, "Look, he said black looks better, what do you think?"

Her female companion shrugged slightly. "Maybe black really does look cooler!"

What could she say?

It's obvious to anyone with eyes to see what kind of answer this socialite wants.

Hilton looked at Li Fu again, a hint of inquiry in her eyes. "I've never seen you before. Is this your first time attending a fashion party?"

This question carries a hint of provocation, but also a hint of anticipation.

The air around him seemed to freeze.

Gadot raised an eyebrow. Was she trying to steal him away?

Li Fu remained composed, picking up a glass of champagne from the table and gently swirling it. "I don't usually attend fashion parties; I'm here today to keep Gadot company."

He always maintained a sense of distance.

Hilton seemed completely unconcerned about the second half of his statement.

"Can I take a picture? Maybe my fans will really like you," she said, taking out her phone and snapping a photo of Li Fu.

Flip phones from that era didn't have high resolution.

But it's enough.

Li Fu frowned slightly. Although online social platforms were not as widespread and developed as they would be in later generations, they were still a part of this era.

However, MySpace also has 50 million daily active users.

If Hilton were to release this photo, a considerable number of people would see it, and it might even spark some scandal.

Gadot finally couldn't hold back any longer. She stepped forward and grabbed Li Fu, "Excuse me, I have a friend here."

Without waiting for a response, she grabbed Li Fu and turned to leave.

Hilton watched their retreating figures, not angry at all, but instead letting out a silvery laugh.

Li Fu's expression changed instantly after he turned around.

He's no prey!