Boss Lu: A reborn life is destined to be without regrets!
Chapter 501 - 353

Chapter 501: 353

In January, Shanghai already exudes a hint of spring with its budding flora and fauna.

This is not just due to the temperature, but also because of the unique charm of the city of Shanghai.

Regardless of gender or age.

The people of Shanghai who go out are always neat and well-dressed.

This is especially evident among the middle-aged men and women.

Lu Jincheng and Zhou Sinin walked out of the hotel side by side, and immediately spotted the business car parked outside.

Along with Zhou Yuanxin, who was smiling and nodding at them.

Tall and slender, with a baseball cap on his head.

A gray jacket, beige checkered pants, carrying a black small bag.

At a glance, he looks even younger than someone in their twenties.

People in Shanghai are particular; going out means being clean and tidy, without creases, with matching clothes and accessories, not looking awkward or dull.

Even if they are not wearing luxury brands from head to toe, they still exude a certain elegance and dignity.

Of course, even if they are in a T-shirt, jeans, or bare-faced for work or school, it’s evident they’ve changed clothes daily, with never a hint of odor.

Meeting people means presenting oneself in the best light, appearing decent and proper.

It’s like an unspoken rule of "courtesy," ensuring the other person feels delighted and respected.

"Uncle Zhou, Happy New Year~"

Zhou Yuanxin personally drove his daughter over, which Lu Jincheng didn’t initially expect.

But thinking about it, it fits perfectly with his usual style.

Unlike Guan Yongyi’s family, Zhou Sinin’s parents truly dote on her as their precious treasure.

Though not able to make everything she wishes for come true, within their capability, they want her to have the best experiences.

Take for example, the coffee shop venture with Lu Jincheng.

When Zhou Sinin asked him to invest in the project, he barely hesitated.

He also reviewed the proposal and the PPT; Golden Stone Coffee indeed has promising future returns.

However, that wasn’t the sole reason he was willing to hand over a small eight-figure sum to his daughter.

More so, he wished for his daughter’s happiness.

As an angel investor, apart from readily funding and helping to recruit talent, Zhou Yuanxin hardly interferes with the specifics.

How does the saying go?

The era is detoxifying, and language is flattening.

Either cling to old ways or let the young live comfortably; it’s a choice between the two.

"Happy New Year, come on, get in, Xiao Lu."

Zhou Yuanxin exchanged pleasantries with a smile, pressed the automatic door button, and invited them into the car.

He wouldn’t let his daughter feel the cold breeze.

...

The setting sun gradually descends, painting the Shanghai sky a scorching, enchanting hue, like a woman filled with tenderness.

At the floor-to-ceiling windows of the banquet hall on the 87th floor of the Park Hyatt Hotel, Lu Jincheng gazed north, watching the sunset over Pudong New District and the skyline gradually glowing in the distance.

Yue Xuan is located on the 87th floor of the Park Hyatt Hotel and is one of the signature restaurants of Lao Hu City cuisine.

Mr. Lu’s first meal upon reaching Shanghai is hosted by his future father-in-law.

This situation, upon reflection, is quite delicate.

"..."

"Uncle Zhou, this scallion oil chicken is really good!"

"Yes, everything is going well at the company, and the Shanghai branch has opened in the past couple of days, hasn’t it? My main purpose for this visit is to check the customer flow and sales situation."

At the table, Zhou Yuanxin and Lu Jincheng each have a pot of rice wine, savoring it leisurely.

In front of Zhou Sinin is a glass of juice, her charming eyes already somewhat dreamy, and an unconscious blush has crept onto her cheeks.

She occasionally turned her head to observe Lu Jincheng’s expression.

Beside him, the man continued to talk and joke effortlessly.

Even at the dining table, as a young guest from afar, his graceful and captivating demeanor remained evident despite his humble responses.

Politeness, amiability, elegance, courtesy...

Not at all aloof, nor overly flattering, conversing and laughing with her father in such a manner.

"Xiao Lu, I heard from Nannan that you bought her a car?"

Zhou Yuanxin seemed in quite a good mood, following Lu Jincheng’s actions, taking a sip to finish the liquid in his cup.

"..."

Lu Jincheng blinked, not responding immediately.

He slightly turned his head, glancing at Zhou Sinin across from him, who immediately bit her lip and lowered her head.

Indeed.

The reason Zhou Yuanxin appeared at this moment was not as simple.

In just a few seconds, Mr. Lu figured it all out.

Although Zhou Sinin hadn’t clearly explained to her family what exactly her relationship with Lu Jincheng was.

She wasn’t deliberately hiding it from her family anymore.

During the New Year, when Zhou Yuanxin asked again whether she wanted to change cars.

Zhou Sinin proactively told her father she already had a new ride—a Maserati.

"Well, it’s for tax purposes, but that’s essentially what it is."

Lu Jincheng nodded, openly admitting.

Lao Deng, after all, had been through it all.

Even if Mr. Lu could control his emotions and micro-expressions, Zhou Sinin wasn’t quite there yet.

Regarding any ambiguous relationship between his daughter and Lu Jincheng, Zhou Yuanxin probably already had a good sense.

It was just speculation before, but with the evidence of the car purchase, Zhou Yuanxin’s expression towards him subtly changed.

"Xiao Lu, when you have time, come to our home, and I’ll give you a small gift."

Zhou Yuanxin rubbed his stiff facial muscles and said.

Like many children of her age, influenced by pervasive modern media, Zhou Sinin somewhat understood things between men and women even before she hit puberty. She knew sex was something shy, also somewhat aware that it bore the label of being "beautiful." She secretly, shyly caressed her budding small nipples and private areas, experiencing the itch-like pleasure from touch and fantasy. She often dreamt of her "first time," perhaps on her wedding night, on a grand bed adorned with pink stuffed animals and sheer curtains with water-blue waves. Her imagined husband, sometimes a movie star, sometimes a handsome senior, should always be gentle, considerate, tenderly kissing and touching her, gaining her shy consent before excitedly trembling as he ventured into her forbidden zone, leading to potentially some embarrassingly passionate episodes thereafter.