Boss Lu: A reborn life is destined to be without regrets!
Chapter 214: Hunters must be flawless! _4

Chapter 214: Hunters must be flawless! _4

"If you want to be with the one you care about for a long time, you have to get involved in each other’s business and interests."

"There’s no such thing as love in a vacuum in this world."

That’s what Mr. Lu always said, and what he always did.

"You compare yourself to him? What have you got to compare? Are you worthy?"

Mou Keyan glanced at him with a look of utter disdain, the rapid-fire tone of her voice making Deng Yuan almost want to find a crack to crawl into.

"He can turn any idea into gold with Golden Stone! You open a coffee shop and think you’re something? His shop got an investment of ten million from IDG Capital!"

"I really have to laugh, you got the money to open your shop from your parents, didn’t you?"

"We’re friends, so let me give you some advice—hurry up and transfer your shop, get your capital back. He’s going to open a branch in Light Valley soon, don’t say I didn’t warn you."

The coffee shop was silent, so quiet that you could hear a pin drop.

Deng Yuan tried with all his might to control his emotions, but still couldn’t stop his fingertips from trembling, a sense of helplessness surging from the bottom of his heart, enveloping his whole body.

Mou Keyan had given him enough face, but he hadn’t cherished it.

He insisted on comparing himself to the person she cared about.

Again and again.

Until Mou Keyan fought back.

First, he felt ashamed, then annoyed, and finally, it all turned into anger.

Deng Yuan stood up, clenched his fists tightly, and couldn’t help but raise his voice.

"Fuck, is he really that great?"

"Yes, he’s that great."

"And what about the three years you’ve been observing me?"

"You didn’t pass the probation period."

"Miao Miao, I gave you so many gifts!"

"Exactly, that’s why I came here today."

Mou Keyan’s fingers tapped the screen, and the sound of money being received through Alipay resounded.

"Consider it like I bought them myself, keep the change as a gift, and we’re even from now on."

Deng Yuan was stunned.

No...

That’s not what I meant, is it?

It was just one thing leading to another, that’s all we were talking about!

He watched, dazed, as Mou Keyan gracefully stood up, her lovely tall figure moving towards the exit of the coffee shop, and at the moment she was about to walk out, he finally couldn’t hold back.

"Miao Miao! Miao Miao, don’t go!"

On the road outside the coffee shop, a sleek black Range Rover was parked, the window of the driver’s side rolled down, revealing an arm nonchalantly resting with a cigarette stub between the fingers.

Deng Yuan ran out after her, his chest burning like fire, his gaze fixated on Mou Keyan’s retreating figure.

Why did she stop?

Is she waiting for me?

Deng Yuan quickened his pace, but then realized Mou Keyan was walking around the vehicle, with a smile playing around the corners of her mouth.

Her fair hand pulled open the passenger door, and with a push and a jump, she slid inside.

It was then that Deng Yuan finally understood someone had come to pick her up.

"Fuck!"

The Range Rover slowly started up, turned around on the spot, passing by Deng Yuan who then saw the face of the driver.

A familiar face.

The main character of the earlier comparison.

That man deliberately slowed the car down, cruising right in front of Deng Yuan.

"Senior, I’m off."

Deng Yuan didn’t respond to the greeting of his junior.

Because inside the spacious vehicle, there was something even more infuriating.

He saw it, he saw it clearly.

Mou Keyan, who had just spoken coldly to him, not only wore a tender smile he had never seen before, but also...

Her skirt above the knee was completely lifted, as if by a sudden gust of wind, exposing the corner of her safety shorts in the air inside the car.

He didn’t have time to see anything else.

In Deng Yuan’s eyes, there was only a pair of hands.

A man’s hands.

Brazen, large hands.

Roaming at will over Mou Keyan’s long, taut legs. Today, Miao Miao was wearing polka dot stockings, sensuous to the point of taking one’s breath away just by thinking about it.

Fuck your mother!

It’s unbearable even for me to think about it, what are you doing?!

What made Deng Yuan’s brain freeze even more was that his elevated goddess, the examiner of a three-year assessment period, perennially in the top two of various Nanhu University voting rankings, Mou Keyan...

She was actually smiling.

Those slightly upturned cherry lips, those lightly squinted eyes, those outstretched and bent legs, every flirtatious little movement revealed one fact.

She was enjoying the touch of this hand.

Her charm was heartbreaking.

"Want to watch a bit longer?"

On the driver’s side, the man lightly tapped the brakes, his smile interrupting Deng Yuan’s whirling thoughts.

Staring at the car in a daze lasted only a few seconds.

But to embarrass oneself in public and lose composure is something that can be remembered for a lifetime.

Deng Yuan took a deep breath, feeling like he had sand in his eyes, the lump in his chest clotted into a mass, uncontrollable.

The Range Rover was high, as if severing class barriers, he didn’t know how to level his head with the other person’s.

So, he jumped up, cursing loudly.

"I’m looking at your mother’s cunt!"