Boss Lu: A reborn life is destined to be without regrets!-Chapter 251 - 188. The Big Wind Blows

"Why isn’t Sister Miao Miao here yet?"

The restaurant is named Yu Garden Xin and is quite popular on Little Red Book.

This place is a mishmash, mainly offering alcohol, barbecue, and seafood. It’s been bustling with a jumbling crowd ever since it opened its doors.

A few young beauties from White Horse Club’s VIP have rushed over early from different schools and are now seated together in a large private room in the corner of the second floor, leaving the two innermost seats vacant.

"Don’t you know how to behave? Since when do we make Mr. Lu wait for us? Just sit tight and wait."

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, Ji Shu wasn’t like this before. If this was her boyfriend who was late, he would’ve already received a sixty-second voice message from her, all guns blazing. She really has changed."

Liu Yutong’s delicate eyebrows raised slightly, and she couldn’t help but pat her acid-tongued neighbor’s shoulder.

"Look who’s talking! Is Mr. Lu the same as anyone else?"

Ji Shu pouted her lips and gave Liu Yutong a hard glare before locking her phone screen again.

Before joining Golden Stone Media, she was the school’s pampered princess.

Forever young, forever calling people idiots, always eating ice during her period, forever drama-filled, and never listening to anyone.

The beauty in the art college was few and far between; even the piano girls from the music academy couldn’t compete with her in terms of fawning admirers.

It wasn’t until she came to Golden Stone Media that she saw better sisters, a bigger world, a brighter future, and even her venomous tongue had become somewhat restrained.

More than ten minutes later, the main guest finally entered the private room.

Jin Cheng opened the door, with Mou Keyan clinging to his right arm, beaming with a glowing smile.

"Sorry for the wait, girls, got a bit held up in traffic~"

Today, she still sported her signature long curly hair, her almond-shaped eyes brimming with vitality, and a deep red off-shoulder knit dress on top, with a tight-fitting mini skirt below, looking as though the material was one piece, with only white furry lines embellishing the cuffs and neckline.

The color red, matched with white fur, was nothing short of a perfect winter theme.

But the mini skirt was absolutely sultry, showing off her exquisite figure without a doubt.

Her full hips were tightly wrapped by the dress, beginning to vanish from the thigh area, her iconic long legs enveloped in flesh-colored stockings, delicate and enticing.

Her dress was strapless.

From left to right shoulder, it followed a diagonal line, leaving her round right shoulder and collar bone fully exposed—a sight so refined, smooth, and delicate that one could not look away.

At the center of the white right shoulder, however, hung a bright red lace strap, clearly not part of the dress.

Because of the narrow and slanted lines of the dress, following the strap downward, one could even glimpse a slight contour.

Her outfit today contrasted sharply with the down-to-earth, jovial Sister Miao Miao of the group chats; it added an unfamiliar and distant air to her persona.

This was the star of Douyu, a livestream host who had single-handedly transformed the dance category.

Her smile seemed to be proving it.

"Hello, Mr. Lu~"

After hanging up his coat, Jin Cheng sat in the center of the private room and nodded to the beauties of Silk Cave surrounding him.

Although he had interviewed several of those present, their impressions had faded over time.

Jiang Yu was the roommate of his little lover, but the one he remembered the most was Yang Wenjing, the fitness livestream host.

After signing her up, he frequented her livestreams to learn some fitness moves.

Looking at the other women, Mou Keyan introduced them one by one: the one sitting down was Ji Shu, her lazy eyes full of sensuality, representing the charming type.

Another stood up; her name was Yu Qingyue, with a sweet face, large clear eyes, embodying the pure desire style of later generations.

The girl closest to the door was Liu Yutong, Mr. Lu recalled; Pan Xuan had emphasized her multiple times as the musical genius, quite akin to an emerging pillar in the music category.

"Come on, I propose a toast."

Once again matching names to faces with mental labels, Mr. Lu smiled as he opened a bottle of red wine and lifted his glass.

"Nowadays, more and more people see the value of the self-media industry; overall, I think we’re still in the early stages, but also the best stages." ƒree𝑤ebnσvel-com

"What Golden Stone Media can do is to use industrial-level creativity to help you stand out, but ultimately, each of you has to rely on your own initiative to reach your ceiling."

"Everyone here is a top-class host, each with unique skills, like Miao Miao and Xiao Yu who dance, Yutong who plays the piano, for fitness and sports we have Wenjing, and Ji Shu is great at late-night heart-to-hearts, uh..."

"Qingyue..."

He looked at Yu Qingyue, blinked, paused, and truly couldn’t remember what her forte was.

It was Mou Keyan who broke the awkwardness, crushing the boundary between boss and employee with five simple words and setting the tone for the evening’s gathering.

"Qingyue’s 36E."

"Ha ha ha ha ha..."

Everyone burst into laughter, except for Yu Qingyue, who blushed and remained silent, her gaze spinning around the plate in front of her, while her back straightened stealthily.

"Cheers!"

That’s fine, no problem.

Rivers converge to the ocean; for greatness lies in tolerance, greatness not only in productive capacity but also in the core competitiveness of influencers.

The wonder of this world is that the serious parts could not seem more pompous if they tried, and the absurd parts are as absurd as they come.

Sometimes it feels unreal, yet it’s happening every single day.

Mr. Lu was a social butterfly who knew how to have a good time; with Mou Keyan’s witty opening remarks, he quickly blended into the conversation with the enchantresses.

After all, he was not some rich guy from streams, throwing cash around. In terms of age, every girl seated there would have to treat him like a younger brother.

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