Boss Lu: A reborn life is destined to be without regrets!
Chapter 246 - 184. White Horse Club VIP_2

Chapter 246: 184. White Horse Club VIP_2

She seemed to be focusing on fitness education, occasionally doing yoga in her live broadcasts.

Qingyue, from Huazhong University of Science and Technology, majoring in Materials Chemistry in her sophomore year, 169E.

Compared to the first two, she looked much more youthful, which could be seen from her eyes; she was the type of pure and innocent beauty with great academic achievements, wearing minimal makeup and looking very proper.

She didn’t have any particular talents and was pretty busy with her studies, mainly producing short videos and not streaming much.

But because of her excessively hot figure, she still managed to maintain a good popularity each time.

Ji Shu, from Jiangcheng Art Vocational College, majoring in Art Education in her junior year, 164D.

She was the school’s sharp-tongued little beauty, yet somehow possessed a certain special charm, a type of femininity that radiated from just her facial features or even just her eyes and mouth.

Of course, this couldn’t just be summarized by a term called "seductive"—in many subsequent fixed-pattern gold-digging manuals, it was also known as—

—accessibility.

...

The group chat continued.

Inside the private, women-only group, when they started kidding around, many of the things they said were not fit for the opposite sex to see.

Plus, all the members were well-experienced campus micro-celebrities, rarely encountering peers in school, so they spoke without any reservations.

In a nutshell, in the White Horse Club VIP group, even the girls who looked pure on the surface couldn’t help but let themselves go.

Qingyue: Sister Miao Miao, this isn’t just kidding around, this is flaunting special affection!

Liu Yutong: So true, I’ve been here for so long, and apart from the interviews, I hardly ever see the boss.

Ji Shu: Envy.jpg.

Yang Wenjing: Envy.jpg.

Mou Keyan: Special affection my ass, he doesn’t even come looking for me after my period’s over, does he find me fat? (crying emoticon)

Liu Yutong: You’re not fat, you’re just sexy.

Yang Wenjing: You’re not fat, you’re just tall with a big frame.

Ji Shu: The classic "big frame"...

Qingyue: Been hearing that since I was a kid...

Mou Keyan: What should I do!!! I just stepped on the scale, and I really have put on three pounds!

Yang Wenjing: Lose weight! What else can you do, do yoga with me.

Liu Yutong: Are you really doing proper yoga? You wear clothes, right...

Ji Shu: Uh-oh, now I have a mental image...

Yang Wenjing: I wear them while doing it, whether I wear them after depends on the situation, and recently the situation hasn’t been very ideal.

Liu Yutong: Hahaha, anyway, I’ve been working out with my boyfriend for three days, we’ve switched three hotels, and I saw a graph on Weibo, guess which part burns the most calories during doi?

Qingyue: Which part?

Liu Yutong: ...Pretending to climax burns the most calories! At that moment, I felt like I’ve exceeded my exercise quota!

Ji Shu: Hahaha, I’m laughing so hard I can’t breathe.

Yang Wenjing: Laughing like a cackling goose.

Mou Keyan: Seriously, I haven’t eaten dinner for three days, how come I haven’t lost any weight at all?

Ji Shu saw through the essence with one glance: Not having dinner, but did you eat late-night snacks?

Mou Keyan:...

Jiang Yu joined the conversation at just the right time: Stop talking nonsense, that’s called a sustainable diet, I ordered it with her back at the dorm.

Liu Yutong: What did you order?

Jiang Yu: Cake, great for replenishing energy, so we can live to lose weight again tomorrow... Yogurt, which aids digestion, drink it every day and oh my god, aren’t we going to get too skinny?

Ji Shu: Yeah yeah, you little schemer, and in the end, you didn’t gain a pound, but you made Miao Miao gain three!

Qingyue: @Miao Miao, sister, is it true that there’s some movement within the company recently? The short video operator in charge of coordinating with me has been slow to respond, he used to reply instantly.

Mou Keyan: I can’t really say, but... Anyway, it shouldn’t concern us hosts.

Jiang Yu: Right, just find your own niche.

Ji Shu: I think I’ll make a little splash in November, finally I can go to Wu Guang to buy bags, so touching.

Liu Yutong: Let’s all go together then!

...

As the conversation went on, Mou Keyan noticed a red dot suddenly appear on her pinned messages. The milk tea she was halfway through drinking was promptly set down as she clicked on the man’s avatar.

[Come to my office now.]

As always, dominant, not even asking if she was in the company, whether she had classes, or if she was available.

She quickly stood up, took out a small mirror from her bag, fluffed her curly hair, pursed her cherry lips, and pushed back from her computer chair, ready to leave.

After taking just two steps, it was as if she remembered something; she turned around to switch off WeChat, then made her way upstairs again.

"Close the door behind you."

These four words immediately made Mou Keyan understand what Mr. Lu wanted so early in the morning.

Knowing that in a moment someone would inspect the results of her recent fitness efforts, and thinking about her ever-ready-to-serve, door-to-door office service...

The thrill of anticipation mixed with an already stirring physical reaction before anything even began.

Mou Keyan today wore a tight lace base shirt with a rosy-pink round collar that snugly wrapped around her waist and shoulders, revealing delicate and rounded contours.

Below was a pair of slim-fit jeans that seemed slightly too small, even for her slender legs, which appeared tense and elastic to the naked eye.

At the hips, the shape of two full moons was unmistakably pronounced.

Indeed, as the sisters in the group said, for a girl who reached the height of one seventy, gaining three pounds was virtually unnoticeable, and instead added a natural extension and sensuality.

"Today’s outfit looks quite nice."

"Really? I’ve gotten fatter recently, these pants are so tight."

Mou Keyan’s lips curled into a smile, her beautiful eyes forming a seductive arc, as she sat next to the man.

"Oh? Let me check that out."

A hand suddenly vanished beneath the hem of the rosy-pink base shirt.

"...Hmm."

She bit her lip, her eyes lightly squinting.

Sometimes she even felt a bit fortunate; Mr. Lu gave her not just material and career rewards but also commented on her attire.

It was a bit like a child playing with a doll or a collector arranging his collectibles.

This feeling of being comprehensively controlled was...

Quite special.

Mr. Lu had previously weathered a chaotic situation, having made an escape from Guan Yongyi’s place, under the influence of alcohol and passionate kisses, and was at that moment itching for some action.

So, when he got up in the morning, after He Ying had briefed him on work and various matters had been dealt with, he decisively sent a message summoning Mou Keyan.

Among the many girls by his side, Miao Miao was highly cooperative in bed, obedient, sensible, eager, and studious, making rapid progress in all aspects.

Within minutes, he pushed Mou Keyan off the sofa.

He held down her head with his palm, gently applying pressure.

The bright new marble tiles, cleaned every morning at seven by the Meiyi Labor Union’s staff, ensured that not a speck of dust would mar her trousers even when kneeling on the ground.

"Huff..."

Among the senses, vision, hearing, smell, and taste were relatively fragile; only touch was relatively resilient, nearly eternal.

Warmth instantly reached the brain, tactile receptors on her skin seemed to magnify mechanical stimulations countless times, and in the girl’s neck movements, sensitivity peaked like never before.

Fucking amazing.

The man couldn’t help but take a deep breath.

"Stop, stop, stop, stand up."

Lu Jincheng lifted her up; since the office door was locked, the couch naturally became the battleground, turning the senior over and sitting down in a sunken manner.

Familiar public settings, unfamiliar office.

Mou Keyan squeezed her long, beautiful legs tightly together, forming a small X-shape, leaning forward until she was almost parallel to the ground, one hand on her knees, the other supporting the man’s leg, tremblingly repeating the same motion.

There was no music in the room, yet she swayed.

...

Some minutes later, Mou Keyan held a cup of warm water, her mouth pouted, looking at her boss with a touch of grievance in her eyes.

"It’s so bitter."

She swallowed the mouthwash with a gurgle, her small mouth pursed.

"Does the water taste bitter? Want to steep some tea instead? Green tea sent from Hang City."

"Hmph."

Looking at Lu Jincheng, who obviously knew what he was doing, the senior took another sullen sip and set the cup aside.

"By the way."

Lu Jincheng zipped up, smiling at her.

"How’s your relationship with the other anchors at the company?"

"It’s okay."

Mou Keyan nodded.

"I’m in charge of the interviews, you see, they all add me as a friend, and for the promising newcomers, we even have a small group."

"Not bad."

Mr. Lu patted her shoulder, a bit surprised.

"There might be some changes in the company soon; if you’re interested, try to entice them a bit more."

"How should I entice them? By saying they could become as popular as I am?"

Mou Keyan said with a sly smile.

"To achieve what you have is a bit difficult... the right time, place, and people are not something you can just gift to anyone."

"Indeed, it’s not only about sacrificing oneself but also about being on call anytime, which sounds tough."

The senior wrapped her arms around the man’s neck, leaning into his ear.

"But, I feel like the little vixens these days would do anything for a piece of the big pie; if you really said that..."

"You’d likely work yourself to death, wouldn’t you?"