After Divorce, I Can Hear the Future
Chapter 617: Desire to Be Loved

"Products can’t be as clear as numbers, after all."

On this issue, Lu Liang wasn’t too harsh on Wang Xiaofeng, he just asked him to do well in after-sales service and to try his best to find out the situation and then inform him.

Even in today’s tech-savvy age, there are still many inexplicable things, like why he can hear the voices of the future.

If you insist on getting to the bottom of everything without rest, life would be too exhausting.

"Pepper and salt shrimp, braised cod, beef stir-fried with kale, and loofah egg soup. Indeed, I have a gift."

Even though he was eating alone, Lu Liang still made three dishes and one soup, looking at his masterpiece with appreciation.

His culinary skills are so good mainly because he had taken out a loan to buy a house back in the day, and was too stressed to dare eat outside.

Living is tough in Modu, eating out costs around thirty bucks casually, and you usually won’t get full.

So, he learned to buy groceries after work in the evening, make a meal, reserve some food for lunch the next day, and make do with a simple breakfast.

Years ago, drinking or having cold water easily led to his old problem of a cold stomach, probably started from those times.

However, in recent years, he has been managing well. Apart from sometimes overloading his kidney function, he has no other issues.

Lu Liang went to the bathroom to wash his face and took out a bottle of beer from the fridge, planning to beautifully enjoy his dinner.

At this moment,

The door suddenly made a sound of unlocking.

A crisp and delighted female voice sounded: "Wow~ smells so good, could there be a snail housemaid at my home?"

"Did you come back drawn by the smell?" Lu Liang chuckled and went to the kitchen to get another set of bowl and chopsticks.

"Couldn’t it be that I sensed a male god at home preparing a loving dinner for me and came back through mutual telepathy." <subte>.</subte>

Zhang Tian’ai sat obediently at the dining table, her hands supporting the chair surface, her little feet crossing and swinging, appearing extremely excited.

A billionaire CEO preparing a loving dinner, doesn’t matter who it’s for, since it’s done at her home, it’s prepared for her.

Just the thought of it makes one too happy to fall asleep.

"Went for a beauty treatment?"

Lu Liang looked at Zhang Tian’ai, her head with slightly red large waves, exuding a scent of curling and chemicals.

Her outfit today is quite stylish, an orange spaghetti-strap chest-exposing crop top paired with high-waist jeans, youthful and beautiful, yet still sexy and alluring.

"Yup, finished filming the fantasy drama of the first half of the year, finally able to change my hairstyle."

Zhang Tian’ai didn’t want Lu Liang to misunderstand, she smiledly pointed to a corner of the living room, where a faint red light was flashing: "Because I haven’t been home for a long time due to filming, I installed an indoor monitor recently, convenient for checking at any time when outside."

"So, you were watching while I was cooking?" Lu Liang looked in the direction of her gaze, suddenly realizing.

He was just wondering about the coincidence. Everything was prepared except for picking up the chopsticks, and Zhang Tian’ai showed up.

Zhang Tian’ai stuck out her tongue, hugged Lu Liang’s arm, and acted coy: "My biggest dream is to have a home, and a person who cooks at home."

Saying that, she kissed Lu Liang on the cheek several times: "Darling, thank you."

"Try it, tell me how it tastes. Stop eating those boiled veggies, you’re getting skinnier."

Lu Liang chuckled softly, but every time he saw Zhang Tian’ai’s thin figure, he felt a faint ache below.

If she were a docile type, it’d be okay, but the crux is every time when the emotions run deep, she becomes quite frisky.

At that time, it’s not him crashing into her, but her crashing into him, though one doesn’t notice during the fun, afterward there’s always bruised and battered marks.

"The cook should start first."

Zhang Tian’ai appeared pitiable, she had been eyeing it for quite a while, after all, not everyone could make Lu Liang cook personally.

But if the cook doesn’t start, she dares not start either, it’s about manners rather than identity or status.

"Have some soup first, the soup should be quite fresh." Lu Liang ladled a bowl for her and tasted some himself.

"Wow, this is incredibly delicious." Zhang Tian’ai tasted a little sip and was instantly full of praise, giving a lot of emotional value.

"If it’s delicious, drink more, and eat more dishes, don’t just drink soup."

"Yes, if I can eat this every day, even if I gain ten pounds, I’m willing."

Lu Liang smiled, feeling pleased while sipping on his beer.

Suddenly, a WeChat notification sounded on the phone on the table, he took a quick glance and muted the alert.

Pang Di sent a message asking what Lu Liang was doing, also sharing about her and Yang Mi going shopping in the afternoon.

The implied message is that she’s reconciled, Yang Mi has accepted, and from now on, the arrangement of one dragon and two phoenixes is no longer an accidental event.

But Lu Liang didn’t reply, he didn’t feel interested tonight.

"Darling, how long will you stay in Beijing?"

Zhang Tian’ai peeled a few shrimps, handing them to Lu Liang’s mouth as snacks for his drink.

After two full bowls of hot soup and some stir-fried dishes, she was about eight-tenths full.

"Probably a day or two."

Tomorrow there’s the Lotus conference, then company team building the day after, handling the staff relocation, and he will return to Modu.

"That’s good because I’ll join the crew tomorrow noon." Zhang Tian’ai pouted, her face full of unhappiness.

She knew Lu Liang had been in Beijing for a few days, if he had come to find her earlier, they would have more time together.

"Tired from acting over the past two years?" Lu Liang caressed her cheek, Zhang Tian’ai squinted her eyes, rubbing like a kitten.

"A little." She wants to be an actress and achieve financial freedom now that she has reached her goal, she feels she’s lost direction in life.

"I remember you mentioned before, your dream was to become a fashion designer and start your own trendy brand." <subte>.</subte>

Lu Liang paused and said: "If you’re tired of acting, take a break for a while, fight for your dreams."

"With me around, even if you vanish from the entertainment world for a while, your resources will still be yours, and no one can take them."

He’s qualified to say this, his focus over the years has been mainly on finance, yet film investment hasn’t fallen behind.

If Lu Liang is willing to support, he can easily ensure that every two to three months, there’s a movie starring her being released.

Moreover, it’s heard DC Studio plans to enter the East Country film market and flatter him by writing a Chinese superhero.

After all, DC and Marvel are of the same nature, coexisting in an open universe and parallel universes, poor rely on mutations, rich rely on technology.

Randomly assigning a role who gets bitten by a mysterious bug, using a linear growth story template, becomes a superhero.

"Liang, why are you so good to me?"

Zhang Tian’ai’s eyes glistened with tears, touched deeply, sitting on Lu Liang’s lap, intimately hugging his neck.

"You’re my dear darling, if I’m not good to you, who else?" Lu Liang smiled, teasing Zhang Tian’ai’s chin with his finger.

Since last year, Tianxing Investment’s annual tax amount hasn’t been lower than a billion dollars, projected to be more this year, reaching about 1.3 billion.

Every year, potential legal tax avoidance ratio is approximately 13 points, Tianxing Investment’s employees’ salaries and benefits are already top-notch in the finance industry, adding more isn’t appropriate.

Investing in film projects has rarely lost money, unless evading tax, otherwise the yearly 150-200 million tax avoidance ratio is wasted, better off using for wooing gals, commonly promoting the development of the film industry.

It’s said that among the new generation, a few actresses seem pretty good, when they mature, Lu Liang can trade them in too.

No one stays eighteen forever, but every year there are eighteen-year-olds yearning for the glitzy life of the entertainment industry.

"Liang, I love you, truly!" Zhang Tian’ai extended her slim arms, hugging Lu Liang’s head.

"Me too." Lu Liang ignored those sincere eyes, casually saying I love you.

He never skimps on sweet words before because they’re preparations before to make the upcoming fusion more seamless.

Pure sex rarely incites pure desire in him, he craves love but doesn’t take that love seriously.

Because after, he uses the time of a cigarette to forget everything before, including those vowed promises.

Hearing Lu Liang’s words, Zhang Tian’ai seemed to have a switch flipped, becoming intensely proactive.

So much so that Little Lu’s bangs ended up bruised as well.