Boss Lu: A reborn life is destined to be without regrets!
Chapter 92 - 84. I raise my cup to invite the bright moon, and facing my shadow, we become two companions.

Chapter 92: 84. I raise my cup to invite the bright moon, and facing my shadow, we become two companions.

After leaving Finance University in Jiang City, Lu Jincheng’s Excel spreadsheet was filled with plenty more vital information.

Even until they parted, he didn’t offer Zhou Sinin any targeted gift suggestions.

At this point, listening was enough, who could actually bring it up!

Having made small progress in his show training, he felt good and walked alone on National Avenue with his hands in his pockets, music looping in his headphones, the street lights casting his shadow long and slantwise.

When the freshman welcoming party was over, it would be October.

Having been reborn for so long, Mr. Lu had gradually adapted to a brand new life and seamlessly integrated into the identity of a college student.

The evening breeze was gentle, the willow trees along the road swaying lightly, their leaves concealing the lights of thousands of homes.

He stopped at a red light at the intersection, looking at the hustle and bustle under the neon lights, the couples whispering sweet nothings, and the roadside dinners beside the street lamps, suddenly feeling that everything about the present was very beautiful.

College life was good, and of course, that wasn’t just referring to college life being good.

At this age, there was no need to be obsessed with the cutthroat business strife, to fall into the complex and cunning political maneuvers, and there were few people losing their sincerity on the battleground of love, calculating everything with a stark naked mind.

Young people were enjoying their most brilliant youth as they pleased without needing to think too much about what tomorrow would bring, which was a gift from above.

Although for him, financial freedom was just a matter of time, he still had to face everything in the adult world.

But at least for this moment, Mr. Lu genuinely wished that this period of time would slow down, even more, slow down.

A long night was suitable for a light drink.

He felt the impulse, passed by a 7-11 convenience store, went in to pick up a big bag of stuff, and brought it back to Jiangnan Garden.

...

...

When Mr. Lu arrived home, Fairy Miao had just finished her live stream.

Hearing the rustling noise in the living room, she immediately pushed open the door and walked smilingly up to Lu Jincheng.

"Mr. Lu~ what are you up to?"

The man untied the plastic bag, taking out the whiskey, mint syrup, soda water, oranges, and mint leaves onto the table.

"Just have an itch, making something to drink."

He turned his head to glance at Mou Keyan, lifting his hand to wipe the sweat from her temple.

"Go, get two iced cups."

"Alright, alright."

The fiercely followed female anchor was at his beck and call.

Two glasses were filled with ice cubes at the bottom, and Lu Jincheng poured in 40 milliliters of whiskey, 5 milliliters of mint syrup, squeezed in half a lemon, and stirred quickly.

Mou Keyan sat on a chair, her hands supporting her chin, watching intently.

It was her first time seeing Lu Jincheng mix drinks, and she found it quite novel.

"How was it today?"

Mr. Lu continued his actions, pouring soda water into the glasses, and asked casually.

"Pretty good! It might be because the effect of the edited videos came out; today’s numbers were even better than last time."

The man gestured, and Fairy Miao immediately handed him orange slices and mint leaves, placing them on top of the glasses as decoration.

"Besides, you had already given me heads up, so I wasn’t nervous."

If last time’s success was considered a flash in the pan by a new female anchor relying on live streaming tricks,

Then today’s Mou Keyan had solidified her status as the number one in the Douyu Dance Zone, unshakable.

Standing at the forefront, she didn’t choose to continue streaming the following day but heeded Lu Jincheng’s advice and waited patiently.

Waiting for the copycats to appear, waiting for the highlight videos sent out by the studio to all major platforms to slowly ferment in influence.

Sure enough, when the other female anchors in the dance zone also tried triple-screen streaming, the real deal returned and vacuumed up the entire zone’s gift revenues like a whale.

Her already exaggerated daily income set a new record.

"Stabilizing at this stage is good."

"Here, this cup’s for you."

A strong one for himself, a weaker one handed to Mou Keyan.

Soft music began to play, Lu Jincheng took a small sip of his drink, leaned back on the sofa, and comfortably closed his eyes.

Refreshing!

Drinking alone was refreshing, but...

It seemed like something was missing.

So, he reached out and pulled Mou Keyan’s graceful waist towards him, freeing one hand to slide beneath the hem of her straps and into her lower abdomen, fingers spread wide, covering it all.

The touch—tight, tender and smooth, full of elasticity.

Today was cloudless, and even the stars in the Milky Way seemed especially bright.

Under the starlight, he held a cup of amber wine in one hand and a full cup of snowy white in the other, turning his head with a smile.

Toasting to the bright moon, he saw a double image of himself.

"Miao Miao, come, cheers!"

The crisp clinking of glasses rang in his ear, and he savored the girl’s shy hesitance beside him as he tipped his head back and took a big gulp.

Between the moonlight and the hue of wine, she was the third kind of stunning beauty.

Damn, that’s refreshing!

The chilled cocktail flowed from his throat straight down to his stomach, and Mr. Lu took a deep breath in, feeling thoroughly relaxed.

Lemon zest, rum, whisky, mixed with the scent of the girl’s body lotion and faint sweat...

These aromas blended together to create a hazy atmosphere for the long night, making one’s eyes involuntarily blur.

Mou Keyan seemed to be influenced by him too, ignoring the small movements at her chest, and a quarter of her drink was gone in one swig.

"Come, have another sip."

Mr. Lu raised his glass, saying it once more.

But this time, it appeared he wasn’t waiting for Mou Keyan’s consent.

Just as the girl was about to clink her glass with his, her watery eyes looked up at him expectantly.

The man had already tilted his head back on his own, a considerable amount of wine disappearing from his glass.

Seeing him do so, Mou Keyan could only bring her lips to her own glass.

As she was halfway through the motion, Lu Jincheng suddenly turned, pinching her chin with one hand, applying slight force, and kissed her lips from above.

Her eyes half-closed, as usual, her hands obediently wrapped around the man’s neck.

But the next second, it was as if she felt something.

She opened her eyes wide.

So... so this is how you drink it!

The drink had a noticeably stronger kick as it slowly passed through, warm at first, with a coolness at the end.

Glug.

The strong alcohol melted and slowed down, taking several tens of seconds to drink, making one wish to stretch that bottle of whisky into a fine, silver thread at their lips.

Having distanced herself from Mr. Lu once again, Mou Keyan covered her chest and gasped for air, feeling as though she too was about to melt.

"How’s the taste? Want more?"

The man raised an eyebrow, smirking teasingly at her.

"No, too spicy."

Mou Keyan stuck out her tongue, fanning her hands in front of her as if trying to dissipate the burning sensation at the tip of her heart.

"I better stick to my own."

Finding it did no good, she picked up her own glass, taking a small sip with her head bowed.

"How’s the practice for your program going?"

"It’s okay? I’m just playing along."

"Go for it. When the time comes, I’ll introduce your performance, and I’m sure to praise you to high heavens."

Mou Keyan shifted her posture to sit on the sofa, crossing her legs for the comfort of the man to move as he liked near her lower abdomen.

"Oh? Really?"

Something seemed to dawn on Lu Jincheng, and he blinked.

"Is it just you introducing me?"

"Well... not exactly."

Mou Keyan deflated a bit, her body leaning forward as she grabbed her glass from the table once more.

"Let’s not talk about this, cheers!"

Down went another big gulp, nearly draining the glass.

"Just you?"

"And Zhong Ruixi!"