Boss Lu: A reborn life is destined to be without regrets!
Chapter 86 - 78. Flustered and anxious

Chapter 86: 78. Flustered and anxious

"Whoosh!"

"Whoosh whoosh!"

Ninety-eight fireworks, very long, very long.

Mou Keyan hugged her knees, sitting on the beach, as the Jiang wind gradually grew stronger, blowing her hair into a frenzy.

She tilted her head back to look at the sky, where the starscape above was like a black canvas that was splashed with colorful paint every few seconds.

"Aren’t you going to make a wish?"

Lu Jincheng’s voice rang out next to her ear.

"What’s the use of making a wish under the same fireworks?"

Mou Keyan turned her gaze away, staring blankly at the cold moon reflected in the Jiang River.

"No, look! There’s one in the middle!"

"It’s a shooting star!"

Mou Keyan’s shoulder was patted forcefully, and she looked up at the sky again.

She opened her mouth in astonishment.

Above their heads, a long shooting star sliced across the sky at an angle. Despite being hidden among the multitude of stars and fireworks, its light was still dazzling, like the Milky Way pouring down.

"Quick, make a wish!"

Lu Jincheng shook her skirt hem’s covered legs and closed his eyes with her.

The meteor streaked past overhead, and fireworks exploded densely near its light, as if cheering for the most beautiful firework in the starry river.

With her eyes closed, the girl stood by the Jiang riverbank, surrounded by clusters of bursting fireworks, their sounds detonating amidst the evening stars.

The moist night breeze caressed her cheek, and she stood there under the sky filled with fireworks, hands clasped together, her silhouette illuminated by the grandeur of the meteor, appearing, for a moment, divine.

On this summer night, she witnessed the most romantic scene she had ever seen in her life.

Fireworks. Meteors.

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...

No one asked about the wish made this time.

After the romantic curtain call, Lu Jincheng took Mou Keyan back to Nanhu University, back to their respective dormitories.

Escaping ordinary life for a whole day, having played in Fairyland, spent a few minutes as a princess, and enjoyed a romantic midnight, it was finally time for the return to reality.

In this respect, both maintained quite an understanding.

Occasionally staying over with Mr. Lu because of work was not a big deal.

But if she truly acted as if she were the mistress of Jiangnan Garden, clinging to him all weekend, she would be utterly delusional.

If she stayed at his place without going back, when would he have time to wash and polish the car, deal with the aftermath, or send gifts to the guest wearing the 302 color number?

Those who became big internet celebrities all had a savvy heart to some extent.

Moreover, after being in touch with him for so long, Mou Keyan had also found a small niche.

With Mr. Lu, the quieter and more sensible you were, the more he gave you.

If you talked back, threw tantrums, or played mind games, well, sorry, who are you?

The next one will be better behaved.

When Mou Keyan arrived at her dormitory, Jiang Yu was wearing a bodysuit, busily doing yoga in front of her tablet computer, full of zest.

"Wow! Oh my God! Cartier!"

Hearing the sound of the dorm room opening, Jiang Yu immediately turned her head, her eyes accurately landing on the two bags in Mou Keyan’s hands.

Her voice rose eight octaves, as if afraid the students in the next dorm wouldn’t hear, "Who gave you such an expensive gift?"

Mou Keyan was startled and quickly covered her mouth, "Keep it down! Please, be quiet!"

"Your boss gave it to you?"

Nothing much was new in the school’s small territory.

Mou Keyan’s live streams once heated up the forums wildly, and many well-informed people knew that she made a fortune overnight.

That Lu Jincheng was the behind-the-scenes owner of Golden Stone studio was also no secret.

Jiang Yu no longer called her a junior, her tone carrying a hint of subtlety.

"Mhm."

Mou Keyan nodded.

"It’s normal, I mean, when you think about how much money you’ve earned for him, what’s buying a few things?"

Jiang Yu closed her tablet, stood up, and walked over to Mou Keyan, her face almost touching hers, scrutinizing her new necklace and ring while continuously clicking her tongue.

"Miao Miao, it looks so good, really beautiful."

"After all, it’s Cartier, suits you too well."

"How much did it cost?"

Mou Keyan’s cheeks flushed red as she whispered, "A little over a hundred thousand in total."

"Oh my goodness!"

Jiang Yu gasped in surprise and, unable to contain herself, her heartbeat quickened as she cautiously touched the diamond shards around Mou Keyan’s neck, her eyes shining brightly.

"Why didn’t you reply to my message today? Is your studio still signing new talent?"

"I didn’t have time to look at my phone; I was out all day."

Mou Keyan answered awkwardly, not wanting to say more, and dismissively said,

"So are you signing or not?"

Jiang Yu pressed on.

"I think they are still signing. You can try going there yourself."

"Let’s not talk about this; I’m going to take a shower now, so tired."

Mou Keyan turned and began unfastening her long dress; her high heels paused, and then one slipped off her jade foot.

She put on her bathrobe, stepped into flip-flops, and with her thick hair coiled into a conch shell bun, walked into the bathroom.

Leaving Jiang Yu alone, following the video of the girl with the defined ab lines, lifting her legs, tucking her stomach, jumping around, exhausted after a while.

Jiang Yu suddenly felt restless.

On this date-filled Saturday, she too had received a gift.

Jiang Yu’s gaze fell on the Armani star bracelet in the center of her desk.

Armani was by no means an ordinary brand.

But compared to the real luxury of Cartier, it was more than a notch below.

Tonight’s date was with a younger guy she met on the Super Course Time Table, named Qiang Zhihao.

In their chats, Jiang Yu found out he was a local from Jiang City, good-looking and rich.

When he came to pick her up, he even specifically went back home to take his family’s Audi A6, considerate and thoughtful in every way.

Qiang Zhihao took her to a fancy restaurant, served her food, passed her tissues, and asked for a hair tie.

There seemed to be a light in his eyes when he looked at her.

The dinner and gift made her heart burst with joy.

After returning to the dormitory, she was quite happy.

She even did some extra yoga, planning to wear something sexier like a camisole next time.

But... there is no harm done if there is no comparison.

Women despise comparisons, yet they are also keen on making them.

She stopped exercising and opened the delicate Armani box.

After seeing the necklace hanging from Mou Keyan’s chest and feeling those dazzling 54 round brilliant-cut diamonds for herself, she looked at her own gift.

She found it ugly in every way.

So annoying, so annoying, so annoying!

In a fit of irritation, Jiang Yu picked up her phone, took nine photos of the Armani box and bracelet, and logged into the online seafood trading platform, clicked "list idle items," and uploaded.

"Received an Armani bracelet that isn’t to my liking; selling it brand new at 60% off with the invoice from today; locals preferred."

She paused for a few seconds, thinking the copy lacked something, not quite right.

Her manicured fingers flew across the screen, editing keywords, adding the tag "licking dog," and finally pressed publish.

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At Finance University, Finance College dorm building.

"Aren’t you supposed to return it to me tomorrow?"

Zhou Sinin, dressed in loose workout clothes, walked down the stairs.

Fresh from the shower, a sudden WeChat message called her down, her damp brown hair tips still scented.

"Yeah, I left the car at the car wash, just go and get it tomorrow."

Lu Jincheng smiled and stuffed the fluffy car keys into her hands.

"Borrowing it for just a few hours, and you even got it washed for me? You’re too kind."

Zhou Sinin pursed her lips, her delicate peach-blossom eyes curving into crescents.

"Separate matters!"

Mr. Lu said with a straight face, seriously.

"That’s it for now; I’m heading back, the dorm is about to lock up."

He glanced at the time on his phone, pretending to leave.

"Oh... okay, what’s the rush! Isn’t it the same if you give it to me tomorrow?"

Zhou Sinin waved goodbye to him with a smile, ready to part ways.

But before the man could turn around, her outstretched palm was grasped by a big hand.

And then, a small square about 7.5 centimeters long was shoved into her hand.

"No rush for the keys, but the sentiment can’t wait."