Boss Lu: A reborn life is destined to be without regrets!
Chapter 141 - 121. Plato is like loose sand

Chapter 141: 121. Plato is like loose sand

Under the faculty dormitory building, a white Golf honked its horn.

A small figure opened the passenger door and got in.

"You bought a car?"

"Hmm."

"Let’s go."

Their conversation was rather brief.

Before stepping on the accelerator, Lu Jincheng turned his head to glance at the passenger seat and couldn’t help but let a small smile spread across his face, then looked out the window.

The counselor had put on makeup.

And it was quite noticeable.

...

The daylight outside the car window was already slanting westward.

The white sedan drove past high-rise buildings and busy traffic, through traffic lights and overpasses, as the buildings outside the window became lower and more randomly arranged.

Passing through the circular arch of the Yangtze River Bridge, and by one small stall after another filled with the smoke of everyday life, the two of them left the East Lake High-tech District under the banner of celebration and arrived at their first destination for the evening.

A quiet Chinese restaurant with a private room.

Mr. Lu and the counselor sat opposite each other, with their conversation gradually closing in on daily matters.

"Yeah, I got my certificate in the morning and moved out of Jiangnan Garden."

"After all, that was his pre-marriage house, and I couldn’t be bothered to fight over the rest."

"But then again, you really are bold... to actually dare to slap him?"

Guo Minjie had her makeup done especially delicately today, her hairdo classical and her hairpin richly ornamented.

She wore a traditional Chinese dress with a cinched waist, and sitting in this restaurant with its small bridges and flowing water, she almost achieved a harmony with the surroundings.

The big-sister with curved eyebrows and painted eyes, her cherry lips stained with bright red, could catch the eye of any passerby who might snap a photo, and it could be hung up in the store to attract customers.

There were four dishes on the table, two meat and two vegetable, and they chatted while they ate.

"So what if I hit him?"

Lu Jincheng was very patient and mostly listened, replying only after she spoke thrice.

"Aren’t you afraid that he would fight back or call the police?"

Guo Minjie asked softly, looking at him.

"I don’t care, the worst-case scenario is that I’ll end up in jail for a few days."

"Besides, even if I can’t win, I have to show my sword, or else if I let him intimidate me, how can we even talk?"

Lu Jincheng spread his hands in a carefree manner, "You asked me here to solve problems, don’t worry about the means I use, whether aggressive or gentle, it’s not important."

"As long as it’s resolved."

"...Don’t do this next time, the school has zero tolerance for administrative punishments."

Guo Minjie’s gaze softened, and she subconsciously shifted her body, reaching down to straighten the loose strands of hair inside the low neckline of her long dress.

Any woman, no matter how meticulous or straightforward her thoughts are, would be the same.

It was hard not to be moved by Lu Jincheng’s reckless behavior that disregarded consequences.

Though the tale of a man’s rage for a beauty is cliché, its enduring popularity must be founded on some truth.

Moreover, in the counselor’s eyes, Lu Jincheng was definitely not some naive young kid.

With his rich social experience and mature understanding, he was clearly aware of the consequences of his actions.

But such impulsiveness under these circumstances was all the more precious.

He would rather take a stint in jail, risk getting beaten up or even expelled from the school, than to sharply resist and remain dominant throughout, ultimately making his ex-husband submit.

"Okay, I get it."

Lu Jincheng smiled and nodded obediently.

After so many years in society, having taken resolute action, he might not have been 100% sure, but he was at least 99% confident.

The coffee shop was Mr. Lu’s territory, and even if he couldn’t beat up Fat Bear, there were strong and healthy staff members to back him up.

As for Ying Kai calling the cops, Guo Minjie was just thinking too simply.

To make a record, one had to explain the reasons before and after raising a hand, and for such a slap, it wasn’t necessary to make a spectacle of it.

Would he dare to make a big deal out of it?

Mr. Lu had preemptively eliminated all possible escape routes before he even started, that’s why he swung so hard and slapped his big mouth without a second thought.

But of course, when talking to Teacher Guo about it, naturally a different kind of artistic expression was called for.

"What do you most want to do right now?"

Lu Jincheng wiped his mouth and timely changed the subject.

Recalling the past could make emotions hover in low spirits, but looking forward to a new life was the main theme of tonight.

"Actually, after being suppressed for so long, suddenly breaking free from marriage, I don’t even know what to do."

Guo Minjie pushed up her rimless glasses, a movement that had become a habit.

Rimless glasses were the first choice for both men and women in the system.

In contrast to the relatively fanciful full-rimmed frames, rimless symbolized simplicity without losing gravitas.

Named rimless, yet in another form, they tightly enclosed her life, drawing a line to confine her.

"Why not think about what marriage has actually brought you?"

Lu Jincheng leaned forward and stretched out his hand to toss the tissue into the trash can.

Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed the counselor’s bare, tender lower leg under her skirt hem.

Round and compact, calves raised, ankle bones strikingly slender—no matter how you looked at it, it seemed mismatched with the plumpness above.

A small skeleton, a large derrière.

Just this figure alone could be considered exquisite.

"Marriage?"

Guo Minjie snorted coldly.

"Although this marriage has failed, it has taught me too much."

"Like what?"

Mr. Lu guided her.

"A Platonic marriage is like a pile of loose sand; it doesn’t even need the wind to blow away, it crumbles after a few steps."

Guo Minjie gently pursed her bright-colored lips and smiled, her eyelashes, much longer than usual, also showed obvious signs of being worked on.

This was the sincerity of a twenty-eight-year-old woman.

From dating to marriage, from model couple to trivial squabbles, from apparently loving each other to acting behind each other’s backs, too much untruth was said, and even listening to it made her tired.

"I’m busy with work," "It’s too late," "I’ll make it up to you next time," "This medicine is expired"...

As needs and excuses repeatedly collided, Guo Minjie listened until her ears were calloused.

Listened until she only wanted to laugh.

At the moment when the truth was ripped apart, she finally began to learn to reconcile with her own desires.

She didn’t want to pretend anymore.

From today on, with the worthless label of a twice-married woman, Guo Minjie, what else is there for you to play?

"I understand you very well."

Lu Jincheng saw the counselor put down her chopsticks and extended his hand to offer her two tissues.

"People who have never stepped out of the ivory tower like you are prone to get hung up on certain issues."

"Are you saying you’ve stepped out?"

Guo Minjie straightened her neck, wiped her mouth, and then pulled out a small mirror from her bag, unconcernedly touching up her lipstick.

Dior 999, Blazing Blue Gold.

As the most authentic red shade in the lipstick world, she had never dared to buy it since her school days.

Somehow, she always felt she couldn’t pull it off.

But the moment she got her divorce certificate, Guo Minjie suddenly wanted to try it once.

Taking another look at herself in the mirror, the color showed up fabulously, brightening her complexion, and the effect wasn’t bad.

"Of course I’m different from you; our attitudes are not on the same dimension,"

Mr. Lu said, arms folded, with a smile.

"If I were you, having been suppressed for so many years, starving for such a long time, even out of instinct, I would have to find an outlet for my emotions."

"Isn’t this me venting?"

Guo Minjie blinked her eyes.

"Eating a bland meal, wearing heavy makeup, randomly complaining about marriage, you think that’s enough?"

Lu Jincheng tapped the table corner meaningfully; the crisp sound of wood struck the woman’s heart.

"These are at most mirages to quench your thirst, can they keep you from secretly shedding tears when you go back at night?"

"..."

Guo Minjie looked as though the mask on her face had been stripped away, her fingers interlocked, stunned in place.

"Come with me."

Mr. Lu stood up, his tone carrying a bit more undeniable firmness.

"Where to?"

"To some place where you can relax a bit."