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In the afternoon, the brand's staff arrived to handle the measuring and tailoring.
Song Junzhu had curated about ten outfits for Lu Xing, complete with matching watches and accessories.
She looked up and saw seven or eight staff members surrounding Lu Xing, showering him with praise. She said with a faint smile.
"How about it? Are there any other styles you want to try?"
Seeing Lu Xing dressed up so tall and handsome, the corners of Song Junzhu's mouth lifted, as if she were playing a real-life dress-up game.
She had never played such games as a child, but she was playing it now.
Most importantly.
If Lu Xing, from top to bottom, from inside to outside, was wearing only things she had given him...
Then wouldn't that mean...
Lu Xing himself belonged to her?
Lu Xing sat obediently in his seat. The custom leather shoe master was squatting at his feet, measuring his size.
"I feel... I feel like it's not me anymore. Is it too much?"
Lu Xing said with feigned unease.
When a client takes over everything for you, besides wanting to give you benefits, they are satisfying a "nurturing" desire in their heart.
This psychology is similar to wearing 69-yuan clothes in real life but buying a 699-yuan skin for a game character.
If he acted too comfortable right now, the client's psychological expectations would fall short. How could he let that happen?
Everyone has a dark side. It is normal. No one is a saint.
As long as they pay.
Lu Xing didn't care. Anyway, the final destination for these items was to be sold at Sis Kate's shop.
But seriously.
This group of staff were clearly sales elites. They were so good at talking that with seven or eight people circling and praising him at once, he felt he could fly.
If his willpower were any weaker, he wouldn't even need the elevator to go upstairs. He would just float up!
On the bright side, Lu Xing learned a lot of new compliments from them.
Hehe, learned another trick!
"It's not much."
Song Junzhu's black curly hair draped over her shoulders, her eyes soft and calm as she spoke.
"I'll have them deliver the clothes to the mansion when they're done. Don't feel troubled. You'll take a private jet back to Haicheng tomorrow night."
What plane?
Lu Xing was dumbfounded for a moment.
Big sister, are you speaking Chinese?
Sit on what?!
'How about this? You give me two million, and you can ride me to Haicheng, okay?'
Lu Xing completely collapsed internally.
Professor Song is an even bigger nouveau riche than he had imagined!
Seeing Lu Xing's stunned look, Song Junzhu lowered her head to continue choosing fabric, the corners of her mouth lifting slightly. Her mood was so pleasant that she ordered many more clothes.
She had a lot, a lot, a lot of money.
Lu Xing was not interested in her body, so this was the only way she could think of to attract him.
Song Junzhu lowered her head, a flash of obsession in her eyes.
Isn't Lu Xing in this line of work for money?
She would take him to a world of "drunken gold and debauchery," let him get used to spending money like water, and let him feel the wind on a mountain of gold and silver until the air he breathed smelled of wealth.
That way, no one else could ever satisfy his lifestyle.
That way, Lu Xing could only stay by her side.
Having seen the scenery at the top of the world, how could one be willing to live in a dilapidated brick house again?
He would have to be hers.
Song Junzhu let out a sigh of relief. Before, she felt her wealth was so vast she couldn't spend it all, and it didn't matter if she earned more.
But now, she felt she should earn even more.
At least enough to support Lu Xing.
At least to be the only one who could.
...
It's over!
Lu Xing was finally experiencing the life of an emperor.
He had thought Professor Song was joking, but from the moment they left the house, a group of people appeared out of nowhere, following him like "electronic eunuchs." He couldn't shake them off!
(TL: Electronic eunuchs (电子阉人): A modern slang term for high-end service staff or personal assistants who anticipate every need, often used humorously to describe a lack of privacy.)
If he hadn't resisted strongly, they probably wouldn't even let him support himself when he went to the bathroom.
F*ck!
Everyone is crazy!
Before entering the cinema, Lu Xing looked back at the group of people guarding the entrance with lingering fear.
"Professor Song, this is..."
Song Junzhu glanced at them and said calmly.
"You were right yesterday. My happiness is the most important. I'm in a bad mood as soon as I see my family. This group can prevent them from disturbing my mood."
Lu Xing: ...
Damn it.
So reasonable!
As they entered the cinema, the lights were bright, the place was empty, and the air was filled with a fresh, expensive perfume.
Lu Xing paused.
Even in a quiet cinema, there should be someone else, right?
Could it be...
Could it be!!!
"I've booked the whole place."
Lu Xing's heart finally gave up.
This isn't a date.
This is an "incognito visit" from Her Majesty the Empress!
Song Junzhu chose the best viewing position and patted the seat beside her.
"Come and sit."
"Yes, Your Majesty the Empress!"
Lu Xing scurried over.
Who cares. It's not his money!
And booking the whole place was awesome. No one kicking the back of the seat, no screaming children, and no latecomers blocking the screen.
Song Junzhu was taken aback. "What did you call me?"
"Your Majesty the Empress has brought your humble servant out to play. Long live, long live, long live!"
Lu Xing offered up the drink he had just bought, acting like a total sycophant.
The corners of Song Junzhu's eyes filled with delight. She started to play along, saying with a serious air.
"My dear subject, you may rise."
Lu Xing made himself laugh.
Fuck! Psycho!
As they sat down, a staff member brought over two remote controls.
Lu Xing held them, feeling numb.
"One remote control controls the lights, to adjust the brightness for my eyes."
"One remote control controls the movie. I can fast forward, rewind, or speed it up."
It can be like this?
I hate you rich people.
The movie's opening credits rang out. Lu Xing stared at the screen with great interest.
Taking advantage of the dim light, Song Junzhu watched Lu Xing several times.
June eleventh is Lu Xing's birthday.
After he returns to Haicheng, she needs to speed up her work.
She has to free up time to go to Haicheng on the eleventh to celebrate with him and give him a generous gift.
Today, Lu Xing seemed surprised and interested by her arrangements.
Perhaps, instead of asking him for feelings, talking practically and throwing money at him was the correct principle?
She had asked him about his hobbies before, and he said he had none.
Since he has none...
She will cultivate a hobby of spending money for him.
She could afford it.
As long as she didn't go bankrupt, Lu Xing would have to be with her.
Forever.
...
On Sunday night, Song Junzhu saw Lu Xing off at the plane.
Lu Xing reluctantly said goodbye. As he turned around, he almost laughed out loud.
This trip to the capital was a brilliant decision!
In just one trip, he had earned a seven-figure sum!
Sis Song, so powerful!
Song Junzhu watched him depart and stood there in a daze.
She had almost wanted to follow him, but her project wasn't finished.
But it was okay. She would be back in Haicheng on the eleventh.
Song Junzhu drove back home.
The moment she entered, the smart assistant said, "Welcome home, master."
She stood at the entrance for a long time, then walked to the floor-to-ceiling window.
Through the reflection, she saw her own lonely face.
Lu Xing was like a gust of wind. He had rushed in and stirred things up for two days, then left lightly.
It was like returning to a quiet, dazed home after a bustling three-hour party.
Song Junzhu leaned against the glass, staring at the traffic.
"Did he really come?"
She whispered to herself.
Was those two days an illusion?
Panic swept over her. She stumbled into the bedroom, only relaxing when she saw the Little Sleepy Sheep on the bed.
Song Junzhu smiled.
"So he really did come."
She sat on the bed and hugged the doll tightly. It wasn't an illusion.
Click.
She accidentally touched something, and the doll made a sound. She looked down in confusion.
A familiar voice came from the built-in speaker.
"Cough, cough... is it recording?"
Song Junzhu was shocked. It was Lu Xing's voice.
"What kind of merchant is this? No instruction manual. So annoying."
"Alright, it should be recording now."
"Cough... dear Professor Song. To prevent your life from being too boring, here are a few songs for you from your humble servant!"
"The first song: Can't Afford to Be Hurt."
"There are so many beauties around you, but it seems you only have eyes for me..."
Song Junzhu was dumbfounded.
"The second song: Not Afraid."
"The sun warms the rosy clouds... with confidence I will travel to the ends of the earth..."
She stared blankly at the doll.
"The third song: The Light Spot of a Dream."
"I'm chasing the light spot of a dream... I accelerate past the line and lift my face..."
...
Song Junzhu leaned against the headboard, listening to the cartoon songs Lu Xing had sung.
She felt as if her whole soul had been purified.
She couldn't suppress her smile. Just as it stopped, another sound played.
"Man, I'm thirsty. Drinking some water. Gulp, gulp... okay!"
"Ta-da! The easter egg is here!"
"Until You Arrive!"
Song Junzhu was stunned.
In the quiet room, Lu Xing's distorted voice sang.
"I have never believed so much, so sure, who would be my destiny, until your arrival..."
She remained silent for a long, long time.
Then she smiled, her eyes filled with tears and an obsessed light.
"Being too dedicated is actually not good."
...
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