A chanical click, and the door swung open.
"Long ti no see, how have you been lately?"
Lu Liang smiled, holding a bouquet of flowers, and entered, a trace of amazent flickering in his eyes.
This evening, Reba’s outfit was dazzling, a white floral strapless gown that highlighted her impressive dcolletage.
The dress was short in the front and long in the back, exposing her legs below the knees. A pair of pointed stiletto heels made her calves beautifully straight, every step swaying gracefully, fully showcasing feminine elegance.
Seeing the flowers in Lu Liang’s hands, her eyes crescented with joy, "Are those for ?"
Lu Liang chuckled, nodding and then shaking his head, "Though the saying goes ’swords for heroes, flowers for beauties’, giving you flowers dims their beauty, you’re more radiant than flowers."
He strode forward, offering the flowers with his left hand and wrapping his right arm around her slender waist, alleviating a long-standing trouble on his mind the mont they touched.
Lu Liang had always been curious about why strapless gowns never seed to fall off actresses at gala events.
From the image, it was clear they weren’t using hidden straps.
Now he knew, first, the fabric of evening gowns is very stiff, which allows for those dramatic silhouettes.
Secondly, the design is highly fitted; he could feel the part above the waist was locked tight, hugging snugly.
"You always say sweet things to appease . If I’m truly more radiant than flowers, why haven’t you contacted for so long?"
Reba inhaled the roses’ fragrance, her exquisite features revealing a hint of grievance, "Last ti I was in Modu and contacted you, but you didn’t reply."
"I was genuinely busy then, as you know, our company’s new car was launching, and I was in Su City the whole ti."
Lu Liang opened the vinyl record player on the table, and instantly, the the song from "Ghost" resonated in the room.
Oh~~ My Love~
Lu Liang held Reba’s waist, his cheek against her snowy swan neck, kissing gently, he murmured, "But I’ve always had you in my heart."
"Co off it, I don’t believe you," Reba grumbled, her gaze shifting between misty and clear.
They clearly agreed before; she knew Lu Liang was busy and didn’t check WeChat often, but would at least acknowledge if he saw her ssage. Even a few days late would be fine.
Yet two months passed without any reply from Lu Liang until today, when in Beijing for work, he finally asked if she was on holiday recently.
Reba really didn’t want to overthink things or make their relationship so blatant because those days in Mohe had left a deep impression on her.
But facts were facts; it seed Lu Liang only thought of her when he needed sothing, completely disregarding her otherwise.
Even buying sothing on Taobao, there’s after-sales service, but with Lu Liang, she felt zero follow-up.
"In my heart, you’re a kind and lovely girl, a person, not an object."
Lu Liang kissed her neck, chin, up to her earlobe, whispering by her ear, "So why did you go to Modu?" (n)ovel(.)co(m)
"Mi arranged a brand endorsent for , I went to shoot the cover..." Reba stopped mid-sentence.
She’s endorsed Dior, Gucci, Saint Laurent, and other top international brands, except Louis Vuitton, the most crucial one.
Securing Louis Vuitton would make her the second grand slam actress in luxury brand endorsents, following International Fan.
Reba rembered Yang Mi ntioning before how fiercely competitive securing this brand’s endorsent was.
From leading stars born in the ’80s and ’90s to the popular lucky charm Yang Chaoyue among the four rising stars of the ’95s.
Every actress wanted this endorsent to boost her stature.
Yang Mi even remarked, if lost in the competition, just wait another year, indicating Jiaxing had really tried its best.
Looking back now, it seed after her last eting with Lu Liang, the fierce competition for the endorsent suddenly ceased, and she effortlessly secured it.
Reba’s eyes welled up with tears, pouting as she complained, "If you helped , why didn’t you tell ?"
"I’ve always believed that loving soone ans silently guarding them, as long as she is well, that’s enough."
Lu Liang hadn’t understood before, but now he did.
Anything, including sweet talk and vows, under the influence of power and wealth, can unleash a hundredfold, a thousandfold of its impact.
If soone with a monthly salary of three thousand confesses to a goddess, she’ll say scram, and even feel insulted by the confession.
But if soone with a monthly salary of thirty million confesses to her, she’ll be overwheld with gratitude, feeling imnsely blessed.
"Shh, don’t speak, just kiss ." Reba was overwhelmingly moved, wrapping her slender arms tightly around Lu Liang’s neck.
Lu Liang embraced his beloved, finding the zipper at her back, and at this mont discovered the advantage of a strapless gown.
The stiffness of the fabric had its benefits; once released, the entire gown slid smoothly off, as if weighted by a thousand pounds.
The budding lotus... had no sharp tip, with a large, slightly sticky ’chewing gum’ masking them.
Lu Liang removed the gum, scooped up Reba, wearing only the pointed stilettos and a thin string, and headed towards the bedroom.
The gown’s highly fitted design, although accentuating her already beautiful figure, also had a downside; nothing too thick could be worn inside, or the lines would be magnified endlessly.
The problem above was solved with two large pieces of chewing gum, below with that thin string.
Oh~~ My Love~ The the song from "Ghost" looped infinitely in the room.
No one knew how many tis it repeated before the swaying bed finally ceased its motion.
Pang Di’s face was flushed, as if she was drunk, leaning on Lu Liang’s shoulder, talking about her recent experiences.
This year, she has taken on three TV dramas, two variety shows, and several endorsent activities.
As she spoke, she ntioned her confidante Yang Mi: "I think the announcent will be in just a few days."
The marriage, in na only, will draw to a close with the end of the couple’s endorsents.
"No wonder," Lu Liang suddenly understood.
The way the little rooster’s choice ga works is mostly just a formality; where he actually goes is entirely his own decision.
Tonight, Lu Liang hesitated for a long ti between the mature woman and the young girl, sensing that the mature woman’s emotions were unstable and might leave a mark, so he ultimately chose the young girl.
It proved that sotis a man’s gut feeling is surprisingly accurate.
"No wonder what?"
Pang Di gritted her teeth, looked up at Lu Liang with a resentful expression: "Are you interested in Mi too?"
"To be honest, a little bit."
Lu Liang’s smooth talk and sweet words,
Were tossed into the trash along with the shell.
Suddenly, his mind conjured up the swimsuit version of Mimimi from "Far Cry", and he did try it really well, though slightly sagging, it was still remarkable.
"I knew it, you flirtatious carrot." Pang Di gnashed her teeth, angry enough to kick her legs out under the covers.
The vibration of the springs brought Lu Liang’s intellect back to the forefront: "Thoughts, everyone has them, it’s not unusual."
He hugged Pang Di tightly to stop her from flailing her legs, whispering: "But the person I like most is still you."
"That’s more like it." Pang Di snorted coldly and lay on Lu Liang’s chest.
After a long silence, she suddenly said: "Actually, thoughts don’t just have to be thoughts."
She considered the reason for Mi’s divorce and that almost viral video from last year.
If Mi had known Lu Liang back then, perhaps none of this would have happened.
Now that they know each other, it still doesn’t seem too late.
Because once sothing like this happens, there’ll be a second, a third, a fourth, and countless tis more.
Every wealthy rchant would wonder why others can do it, but they can’t. Is it that others look down on them?
Due to that incident, Mi now focuses all her energies on her career, even having to pretend to be sweet in front of the cara, facing disgusting n.
If there’s a second ti, she might just sink into it, at all costs, just to climb to the industry peak and beco the true capital.
"Liang, Mi needs soone to rely on, please help her, will you?" Pang Di suddenly looked at Lu Liang earnestly.
Lu Liang straightened his face, righteously: "Stop making decisions for others without permission, and besides, I’m not soone who does things lightly."
"No matter the situation, Mr. Yang is still married, I won’t do such unethical things."
"Besides, I only like you, can you stop having all those random thoughts?"
"Pleaseee."
Pang Di pouted, acting cute and cuddly, sticking her arm in Lu Liang’s side, but gradually realized sothing was off.
What Lu Liang said, outwardly seed like a refusal, but it felt like a series of conditions.
First needing Mi’s agreent, then waiting for her to announce the divorce, and finally her participation.
Pang Di squinted her eyes, staring straight at Lu Liang, attempting to see through him.
"What are you looking at?"
Lu Liang scolded, imagining a scene with one dragon, two phoenixes, his mouth corner couldn’t help but curl.
After all, they’re all friends, having breakfast together, easily stitching the image together.
"Flirtatious carrot, that’s exactly what you’re thinking."
Pang Di, face turned dark, suddenly straddled Lu Liang, pressing down on his chest, indignant: "Stop thinking about it!"
"This topic, it seems you brought it up, didn’t you? What now, can only officials set fires, but not allow commoners to light lamps?"
Lu Liang smiled slightly, with a bit of force, flipped Pang Di under him, rendering her struggles futile.
"No more playing." Pang Di huffed, pushed Lu Liang away: "I don’t have your strength, how can you be so willing to bully ?"
"It’s not a matter of strength, it’s a matter of principle." Lu Liang lay on the bed too, picked up his phone, scrolling through news.
After a while, Pang Di hugged the covers, seriously: "I’m not joking, I really hope you can help Mi."
Lu Liang furrowed his brow, looked at her, hesitated halfway, put down the phone, pretending difficulty: "Let’s talk about it later, I’m sleepy now, going to sleep."
"Okaay." Pang Di replied, picked up her phone, suddenly slipped under the covers, typing quietly.
Lu Liang’s mouth curled upwards,
He doesn’t need Pang Di to play matchmaker with Mimimi?
They already know each other well, his goal is to sleep together wrapped in a large blanket.
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