Boss Lu: A reborn life is destined to be without regrets!
Chapter 212: Hunters must be flawless! _2

Chapter 212: Hunters must be flawless! _2

Indeed, a man couldn’t possibly possess both a Range Rover and inferiority at the same time.

"Later, go organize the stuff from the old car and set it up in my office."

"Won’t you put it in the new car?"

He Ying blinked her eyes, sizing up the spacious front and back seats with curiosity.

"There’s not enough space."

Lu Jincheng turned his head meaningfully and glanced at He Ying, making her think she had said something wrong.

Such a huge SUV, and you call it not enough space?

Just the backseat alone, not to mention placing a couple of dolls or car accessories, it’s even enough for a car tryst with a girl!

Three people would be more than comfortable...

Thus, He Ying pursed her lips and didn’t continue to ask, dutifully noting down Mr. Lu’s arrangements.

"Sir, here are your documents, and our 4S shop also gifts you with floor mats, a gas card, maintenance vouchers, a dash cam..."

After a test drive and almost finished with the 4S shop procedures, the sales clerk trotted over to Lu Jincheng’s car, standing gracefully nearby with a sweet smile.

"Mhm."

Lu Jincheng nodded, as if he had remembered something else, "Don’t need the dash cam."

"Alright, sir, I wish you a pleasant time with your car~"

Driving out of the 4S shop, He Ying finally couldn’t help but ask, "Mr. Lu, about those gifts just now..."

"Why don’t you want a dash cam?"

All the way, He Ying couldn’t figure it out.

"It’s not very convenient, sigh, you’ll understand one day."

When it came to speaking and dealing with matters, He Ying was impeccable, a truly excellent assistant.

But sometimes, she was still too green, unable to keep up with the seasoned players’ train of thought.

The dash cam poses a huge risk of exposure when juggling multiple lines of operation.

It’s impossible to expect to clear the memory card yourself every time you get out of the car, right?

Just thinking about it was unrealistic and unreasonable.

In his past life, Mr. Lu had many friends who, in their middle age, went out for affairs and ended up forgetting about the dash cam while carrying pretty girls in their cars.

Claiming safety, they actually planted a time bomb by their side.

In the end, the calculated outsmarted the unguarded, and the breakdown of relationships was just a matter of time.

Who could fend off a wolf every single day?

Hence, Mr. Lu simply opted not to install any dash cams.

Install my ass!

He Ying tightened her seatbelt, deep in thought.

"You go back first; I still have some things to handle."

Mr. Lu’s phone vibrated, and he looked down at the latest message on the screen.

"Okay."

The man parked the Range Rover next to the golf course, tossed the keys to his assistant, He Ying, and jumped out of the car, her errands for the day complete.

...

"Deng Yuan, don’t you get it?"

In Light Valley World City, inside a café named Dream, a man and a woman sat in the back room.

The café had a fresh décor, styled in the most fashionable artistic trend of the era.

Wooden materials adorned the place, with the floor, counters, and bookshelves designed to look retro and worn, music played soothingly, and the air was fresh.

"Miao Miao, you say he has ambition, and I’m also an entrepreneur, look, I have it too!"

Deng Yuan spread his hands, showing Mou Keyan the coffee shop located in the prime area in front of them.

That "he" naturally referred to Mou Keyan’s current boss, Lu Jincheng.

The girl had only mentioned it in passing, and Deng Yuan couldn’t help but launch into a competition.

He truly didn’t understand where he was lacking.

"..."

Mou Keyan had a complicated expression, her left hand gently stroking her long, wavy hair as she sighed softly.

We’re all adults here, do I have to spell it out that clearly?

The two-month live streaming career had been a great training, and she looked at Deng Yuan, who to her seemed noticeably childish, with emotions displayed openly on his face, speechless.

"So your ambition is to open a café?"

Mou Keyan propped up her chin, her gaze at Deng Yuan was half-mocking, half-amused.

"He opened a café too, didn’t he?"

Deng Yuan’s chest heaved with emotions, stirred up by the conversation.

He never expected that.

After many days, when he finally invited Mou Keyan out again, that it would turn into such a distasteful encounter.

Deng Yuan, the stereotypically arrogant rich second generation, felt his composure slipping.

The initial emotional turmoil came from a WeChat message.

[Today Jiang Yu took a photo for me, what do you think about posting this to my status?]

[Image]

Mou Keyan unexpectedly sent him a message.

In the picture, she took a selfie in front of a Porsche Boxster, red lips blazing, the red car paint in the sunlight seemed to be gilded.

She was still so beautiful, but Deng Yuan always felt as if something was pressing on him, leaving him breathless.

She... she’s driving a sports car now!

A strong sense of crisis immediately flooded his mind, Deng Yuan’s framework being crushed by an increasingly outstanding Mou Keyan.

She’s improving, what about you?

Originally, the thrill of driving a new Porsche, Deng Yuan enjoyed the praises of his classmates and friends, with a slight feeling of superiority.

But the realization hit him at the Carnival, seeing Mou Keyan’s social circle owning a new car was another thing.

His financial power, which he was so proud of, was almost incomparable to hers now!

Deng Yuan was truly anxious.

In his desperation, he pleaded with his family, and the café located in the core area of Light Valley hadn’t even officially opened for business, yet he couldn’t wait to show it to Mou Keyan.

He had planned to tell her about it when the café was bustling with people, to surprise her.

He couldn’t wait, everyone else be damned!

Deng Yuan wanted Mou Keyan to see.

He wasn’t an ignorant rich second generation, he had ambition too!

But this ambition was crushed to the ground by Mou Keyan in a few words.

In reality, he and she hardly spoke much, yet Deng Yuan had this nagging feeling that Mou Keyan...