Boss Lu: A reborn life is destined to be without regrets!
Chapter 85 - 77. Set patterns are no match for sincerity_3

Chapter 85: 77. Set patterns are no match for sincerity_3

"You... you brought me to set off fireworks?"

Mou Keyan craned her neck, saw the square boxes filling the trunk to the brim, and her eyes widened in astonishment.

"Just to celebrate a little."

Lu Jincheng chuckled, arranging the fireworks on the ground one by one.

"Life is already dull enough; we need a bit of ceremony."

"..."

Mou Keyan adjusted her collar, shredding her ponytail, allowing her hair to dance freely in the river breeze.

Today, she was surrounded by surprises, overwhelmingly breathless.

Usually, Mr. Lu’s attitude toward her sometimes even seemed distant.

Either he would reply to messages online super slowly, or on the rare occasion he did reply, it was to comment on her chest, her legs, or judge videos.

Does he, does he really like me?

After unlocking new positions and pet names, she’d enjoyed it deep down, but still felt an underlying sensation—as if she were just a toy.

"Why not give them to someone else?"

"Work-related."

"What else?"

The terse exchange of three sentences fell like a Five-Finger Mountain, imprisoning Mou Keyan within its confines.

So that when the man would occasionally let slip a little care between his fingers, she treasured it as if she had found evidence to convince herself of its preciousness.

And not to mention... today.

For the first time in her life, she had received a gift worth six figures.

And for the first time, a man had driven her to the riverside to set off fireworks.

A romantic offensive, this was the second step of Lu Jincheng’s two-pronged strategy.

Mou Keyan bent over, helping Lu Jincheng arrange the fireworks in order, standing shoulder to shoulder with him.

Both facing the Yangtze River, the moon’s reflection shimmered on the water’s surface, river winds caressed their faces, and the high-rise buildings of Wuchang District stood tall on the opposite bank.

It was just an ordinary day.

Not a holiday, and the riverbank lacked the brilliant light show, but it was still among the top few must-visit spots for dating couples.

The scenic belt of the two rivers and eight forests was a place where the trees shone with silver flowers against the night sky.

Not only did the ancients cherish this landscape between heaven and earth, so did the modern people.

"Come, this one, and that one too, I’ll set them off for you."

The moonlight aimed straight at Lu Jincheng; he pointed to the square boxes of celebratory fireworks on the ground and handed the girl a big bunch of Fairy Sticks.

"Okay~"

Mou Keyan took the windproof lighter, and stepped back a short distance from Lu Jincheng, ignited the firework in her hand, and adopted a pose as if offering incense to a Buddha.

Hands held high, she bent deeply at the waist.

"What are you doing, making a wish?"

Sparks from the Fairy Stick in the girl’s hand blossomed in the night sky, illuminating her profile.

Romance had never been so vivid.

"Yes, making a wish!"

With the crackling sound ringing in her ears, Mou Keyan raised her voice.

The Fairy Stick burned passionately until it faded, and the girl crouched before the squarely shaped boxes of fireworks again, pulling out the long fuse, her thumb pressing down on the windproof lighter.

This ninety-eight-shot luxury firework named "Radiant Splendor" was the type that shops would only stock maybe one or two of, unless it was a festive season.

Just burning the fuse seemed to take forever.

"What did you make a wish for just now?"

As the fuse lit, Mou Keyan shook her hand and ran back to Lu Jincheng’s side.

Lu Jincheng asked with curiosity.

"My mom said, you can’t tell anyone your wish or it won’t come true."

Mou Keyan refused, a rarity for her; she looked up with tearful eyes and shook her head.

"Does it have something to do with me?"

Lu Jincheng pressed further.

"Mhm."

"Then you have to tell me even more. It’s okay, I’m involved; I guarantee it will come true."

Mr. Lu jostled her playfully, his face drew closer.

She didn’t want to say, yet he insisted on asking.

"..."

Mou Keyan sighed softly, unable to resist his pressure, she finally spoke in a low voice.

"I hope you love me, I hope I become wealthy."

She looked up, her eyes sparkling in the night sky.

"But now that I’ve said it, it won’t come true."

"Ah."

Faced with such an answer, Lu Jincheng uttered a dry "Ah," suddenly not knowing how to respond.

He stood still, a small tremor in his heart, his lips dry.

Fortunately, he was a man who had been through many trials and tribulations, briefly pondering for a few seconds before swiftly finding a new angle to approach.

"Miao Miao, I’ve noticed your wish is very selfish, huh."

Meeting the girl’s puzzled gaze, Lu Jincheng turned his head, moved closer to her ear, and lowered his voice into a whisper.

"Hm?"

"So why isn’t it ’I hope you love me, I hope we both become wealthy’?"

But what he hadn’t expected was...

Mou Keyan, without a moment’s consideration or pause, stared at the endless flow of the Yangtze River, her clear voice resonating in the wind.

"Because..."

"You’re already wealthy."

She tucked in her chin slightly, straightening the hair tousled by the river wind, locking eyes with him.

"I’m already in love with you."

The next second, as silently as Lu Jincheng was, the boxes of fireworks suddenly erupted, dazzling bursts of color shot straight into the heavens.

In an instant.

The starry heavens glinted gloriously, and the riverscape was as radiant as a painting.

The once unassailable fortress of his heart suddenly collapsed.