Boss Lu: A reborn life is destined to be without regrets!
Chapter 423 - 311. Text message alert

Chapter 423: 311. Text message alert

"The second toast is for Sister Miao Miao~"

In the spacious private room, Yu Qingyue raised her glass of red wine, standing tall with a smile dancing in her eyes.

"On one hand, it’s to thank Sister Miao Miao for her constant, earnest concern and selfless help."

"On the other hand, it’s a blessing."

As she spoke, she paused for a moment, shifting her gaze towards the other sisters.

"Here’s to wishing Sister Miao Miao will go even further in ’Goddess 101’ and strive to debut!"

Mou Keyan was sitting next to Lu Jincheng, mostly with her arms crossed, quietly listening.

It wasn’t until the younger sister, Yu Qingyue, addressed her that she nodded towards her, clinking glasses in response.

"Thank you, Qingyue, I’ve received your good intentions, remember to vote for me and cheer me on!"

"But seriously, Qingyue, what’s going on here?"

Aside from Yu Qingyue, none of the other belles in the room were aware of this news.

Ji Shu blinked her eyes, filled with curiosity in her large pupils, and couldn’t help gossiping.

"What’s ’Goddess 101’?"

"It’s a live variety show jointly produced by Douyu in collaboration with Mango TV and Penguin Video, Mr. Lu personally selected our company’s top talent to participate."

Yu Qingyue explained with a smile: "The top finishers can officially debut, not only getting better resources but also direct entry into the entertainment industry!"

The contestant lineup remained a secret before the official announcement of the show’s schedule.

That’s why Mou Keyan hadn’t made it widely known, and at this point, only a handful of people were in the know.

"Oh my goodness~!"

"That’s awesome..."

"Debut?!"

This time it wasn’t just Ji Shu; Yang Wenjing and Liu Yutong were also surprised, all eagerly asking for details and occasionally revealing expressions of envy.

That’s right.

For girls, particularly pretty girls, and especially pretty girls who frequently interact with the public,

it’s hard not to fantasize about debuting.

Even when encountering some less attractive, talented actresses, they sometimes think xx is just so-so, maybe I could do it too if I tried.

It’s human nature, with few exceptions.

When everyone learned that their company had reached such heights, the atmosphere around the dining table instantly heated up by more than a little.

No matter if Mou Keyan could officially debut on the show or snag a good ranking.

Everyone could see that this was undoubtedly a great opportunity to showcase oneself.

Attracting fans, getting exposure, increasing followers—all these translated to real money.

If Mr. Lu could promote Mou Keyan this time, it meant that everyone present might have a chance in the future.

From a minor streamer to a major one, from a major streamer to an internet sweetheart, and then to a debuting star.

Isn’t that just...

a golden path to heaven?

Everyone seated at this table was clever and astute—there were no genuine fools who couldn’t see the deliberate steps of behind-the-scenes maneuvering.

Being associated with Mr. Lu had potential!

"Congratulations, congratulations, Miao Miao, I’m going to have a celebrity roommate soon..."

Jiang Yu also picked up her glass, looking at Mou Keyan with a beaming smile, with mixed emotions in her heart.

Among those seated, she, who spent day and night with Mou Keyan, was the one who envied her the most.

She had witnessed firsthand Mou Keyan rise from just another popular campus figure to gaining some fame in the entire Douyu streaming circle.

And these were just the tip of the iceberg, not really something to be too envious of.

Because Jiang Yu had also worked hard day and night, thinking and strategizing, and accumulated a fanbase on Principle Wang’s Panda Live platform.

What she envied was the big boss’s favoritism.

Bare-faced favoritism.

Giving her the most resources, giving her the most lavish rewards, giving her the best opportunities...

Where did those six-figure luxury items come from?

Bought by Mr. Lu.

And the flashy red Porsche convertible sports car that was the first in the school—where did that come from?

Gifted by Mr. Lu.

The opportunity to compete for a debut on a variety show, where did that come from?

It was Mr. Lu’s personal selection.

It was as if Lu Jincheng was a celestial being banished to the earth, effortlessly bending down to change a person’s life.

Whatever he touched would turn to gold, gleaming and shining.

Whatever he sought out would leap through the dragon’s gate like a carp, rushing like the tides.

Who wouldn’t be envious?

"What celebrity roommate... It’s not even a sure thing yet, stop talking nonsense."

Mou Keyan laughed and waved her hand, showing no sign of triumphant glee.

"At that time, I might just go and get knocked out in the first round, just don’t laugh at me, sisters."

She indeed kept a low profile.

But that was genuinely how Mou Keyan felt.

Torn between wanting to go and not wanting to, she was in a complete dilemma.

She wanted to go because the future held promise.

But she didn’t want to go for fear of losing traffic, popularity, and the unique favoritism from Lu Jincheng.

During the two months of recording, live streaming would likely have to be paused, and business dealings like advertisement contracts would be put on hold.

Moreover, who knew whether someone else would climb into Mr. Lu’s bed in the next two months?

The current situation was that even without him making a move, there were sisters eagerly waiting for an opportunity to strike.

"Stop it, you must put in the effort to go further, set an example for us sisters, come on, let’s drink up!"

Jiang Yu’s cheeks were flushed, clearly a bit drunk.

Liquor doesn’t intoxicate; people intoxicate themselves.

"Cheers!"

...

Everyone was from different schools, so their final exam end times varied, and some had to wake up early.

Therefore, the gathering was kept short and sweet with no plans for any late-night activities.

The other guests called their rides and said goodbye to Mr. Lu one after another.

In the end, only Lu Jincheng, Mou Keyan, and Yu Qingyue, who caught a glance hinting she should stay, were left.

He Ying’s Buick GL8 business van was parked right outside the restaurant.

The three of them, not yet ready to call it a night after dinner, asked He Ying to find a very private bar, and they drank until midnight.

In the end, except for Lu Jincheng, who was still relatively sober, the other two had reached their limits.

After giving it some thought, Lu Jincheng simply opened a suite not far away.

They were all family after all, and Lu Jincheng, supporting one on each side, headed towards the elevator without even a moment to wave goodbye to He Ying.

"I’ll be leaving now, Mr. Lu."

The assistant looked at him with a gaze full of complex meanings.

"Uh... take care of yourself."

Leaving that last sentence, with much emphasis.

Once inside the room, Lu Jincheng used his arms to toss the two graceful girls onto the mattress one after the other.

Alcohol amplified human desires, and his unfulfilled little thoughts inevitably resurfaced.

Jiang City was a crossroads of nine provinces; though it was winter, the weather around this season was really just around zero degrees.

To stand out among her friends, Mou Keyan wore just a knee-length skirt under her coat, her white and straight attention-grabbing legs exposed to the air.

Everyone understood what was understood, having come there.

Whether it was Yu Qingyue or Mou Keyan, they both knew what was about to happen tonight.

Neither of them was new to such romantic encounters.

Lu Jincheng walked up to Mou Keyan and reached out to wrap his hand around her neck.

"What are you doing... I haven’t even taken a shower yet."

The senior girl squinted her eyes and pushed against him in a way that suggested both rejection and invitation.

Right as Mr. Lu was about to say something, the cellphone placed on the bedside table suddenly buzzed.

He stopped what he was doing and saw it was a text message.

[Your ICBC debit card account xxxx, payment of 1500 RMB on January 10th, balance after transaction xxxx.]

He couldn’t help but curl his lips into a smile.