Boss Lu: A reborn life is destined to be without regrets!-Chapter 54 - 49. The Boat Sailing Upside Down in the Sky_2

He didn’t take it seriously and casually draped his arm around the senior sister’s right shoulder while gesturing to Luo Lang with a wave of his other hand, indicating he could leave—it was all so natural.

Luo Lang gave an "ok" signal, stealthily left the table, opened the door, and disappeared into the rain.

This kid is quite promising!

Mr. Lu was very satisfied in his heart.

Only Lu Jincheng and Mou Keyan were left in the room. He tilted his head back to take a sip of water, reached out for a stool, and sat across from the senior sister, face to face.

"Do you really want to be famous?"

The man spoke up, his question cutting deep like a knife, aiming straight for the heart.

Mou Keyan was stunned.

In her expectations, her junior should have given her a detailed introduction about how Golden Stone’s various services could benefit her, what the signing process was like, how the income would be split...

Internet celebrities are Party A, and the MCN studios are Party B, the service providers.

She had looked it up online the day before.

Is this how you treat Party A?

At the very least, talk about the services provided!

Unexpectedly, Lu Jincheng didn’t even bother with preliminaries and was so blunt right from the start.

But then again, thinking it over...

Did she want to be famous?

Actually, she did.

She reveled in being the center of attention, loved walking down the street with passersby looking at her with envy and admiration.

So, she nodded slightly and didn’t deny it.

"You have good taste."

Lu Jincheng smiled and opened a webpage: "Look, our studio has already signed the landlord’s cat and even managed to strike a preliminary collaboration with Cloud Music."

On the Cloud Music page, the landlord’s cat was recognized as an independent musician with an official verification badge.

Mou Keyan leaned in a bit closer, scrutinizing the page with genuine interest.

Dance and music go hand in hand; she had her own assessment of what this title meant.

Officially verified independent musicians!

Doesn’t that mean... they’ve officially debuted?

"Do you remember that video I posted afterwards?"

Mou Keyan nodded once more.

"The rights to the video have been sold. I’ll arrange for them to go to the recording studio to record again soon, so both covers and new songs will be available on Cloud Music shortly."

"The royalty payment was transferred to their accounts this morning, and I didn’t take a penny."

Lu Jincheng flicked his wrist, lit a cigarette, and began to smoke, as if no one else was around.

"That’s... pretty impressive."

From beginning to end, Mr. Lu tightly controlled the pace of the conversation.

Mou Keyan didn’t ask any questions she wanted to ask, didn’t hear any answers she wanted to hear.

Yet, through Lu Jincheng’s description, a voice within her was dying to emerge—

—that was, he was incredibly successful!

His studio was incredibly successful!

Just moments ago, they were ordinary college girls, but in the blink of an eye, they became independent musicians, with sold rights and new songs releasing.

Is this what turning stone into gold is like?

"It’s alright, I guess."

Lu Jincheng crossed his legs, elegantly blowing a smoke ring into the air.

"So, cough... do I also have a chance to be like them?"

Mou Keyan covered her mouth to suppress a cough, evidently irritated by the secondhand smoke.

She wasn’t accustomed to the smell of smoke, always hated when men smoked. Because of this, Deng Yuan had even quit smoking, fearing she’d smell it during their dates.

But this time, she didn’t voice any complaints; instead, she silently waved her hand to disperse the smoke, her eyes full of hope as she looked at Mr. Lu.

"Of course."

Mr. Lu’s gaze was intense as he looked straight at her, eyes locking with hers.

"I’m not lacking in money. I didn’t take a dime of the royalty fee, and I don’t need more fame; one hundred thousand followers came from just a couple of videos."

"For me, there are plenty of opportunities to turn stone into gold, and I have nothing left to prove in terms of my ability."

"So, whom I choose to give this opportunity to doesn’t really matter, right?"

The thunderclouds in the sky parted with a burst of light, and a crisp thunderclap followed from outside the window.

The rain was coming down harder.

Mou Keyan gently bit her lower lip, her fingertips twirling her hair as her expression wavered with indecision.

What... what did he mean?

If it didn’t matter whom he gave the opportunity to, then what would it take for him to give it to me?

Before she knew it, Mou Keyan found herself completely drawn into the space he had created.

He was too dominant and too good at understanding people.

A few brief sentences, yet they hit Mou Keyan’s heart just like the relentless rain outside.

She wanted to be famous.

She craved fame and wanted to make money.

She longed for... the opportunity to turn stone into gold.

The things Mr. Lu casually offered to others were like a spell, binding her tightly.

"I..."

Mou Keyan wanted to speak but stopped herself, feeling her throat go dry.

Before coming, she had carefully prepared notes, imagined the meticulous service of the studio, and all her pride...

...all were dissected, alienated, destroyed, and reconstructed by Mr. Lu like a skilled butcher preparing meat.

At this moment, she clearly realized that there was no room to negotiate with Lu Jincheng, let alone fantasize about being either party A or party B.

That’s right, Mr. Lu’s words were not wrong.

To give is to give to anyone.

Either be extraordinary or accept mediocrity in silence.

"Actually, I had the contract ready a long time ago."

Lu Jincheng suddenly stretched out his hand to interrupt her, still with a brilliant smile on his face.

"Talking about these things with you, it’s just casual chat."

He pointed to the printed standard contract on the table, his tone becoming gentle.

"Alright, I’ll sign first..."

Mou Keyan stood up and reached for the pen near the office desk.

"Are you going to sign just like that?"

The next second, Mr. Lu appeared behind the girl, and with a fierce tug, before she could react, he controlled her right hand that was holding the pen.

His other hand extended under her armpit, lifting her up in a position where her body arched, her chest thrust forward, and her hips pushed out, half-unbalanced, pulled forward and tugged by him.

"What... what are you doing..."

Social safety distance was easily breached by Mr. Lu within three seconds, Mou Keyan’s tender voice trembled slightly, her eyes widening involuntarily.

"It’s nothing, just close your eyes."

"No, I can’t."

Mou Keyan’s breaths became heavier, her firm chest heaved twice as if she suddenly remembered something.

"Do you... do you have a girlfriend! That girl from the neighboring school, the one you opened the shop with."

"Just a work relationship, don’t think too much."

"We’re also just a work relationship, could you let go of me, please?"

Although Mou Keyan was a dance student, she had never been so close to a boy before, nearly crying out in desperation, but after taking a breath, she managed to suppress the teary glint in her eyes.

"You’re right."

Lu Jincheng raised his hand, touching her cheek, and gazing into her eyes, he spoke softly.

"But even though it’s just a work relationship, I really like you quite a bit."

Like a swiftly running deer hit by a hunter’s well-aimed rifle, Mou Keyan’s previously tensed body softened, a complex expression quickly spreading across her face.

"Don’t..."

With a scoop of his hands, he held the retreating Mou Keyan tightly, ignoring her soft cries, and kissed her forcefully.

The unique fragrance of the elder schoolmate diffused on both sides of his nose as the man savored the taste of her green and tight first kiss.

Thanks to long-term dance training, her strength was indeed not small, her initial instinctive push almost managed to force him away.

Fortunately, it was just for a moment, then her hands hung limply between them, motionless afterward.

Humans have never shed their animal nature, even the most foolish humans are no different from the beasts of the pack.

We can often clearly sense our position within the herd, and never forget the scent of our own species that we desire in our noses.

The boundaries of affection are very simple, wanting to obtain, wanting to possess, that’s all.

Her meticulously drawn eyebrows were no longer frowned, her carefully applied lips no longer pursed, as Mou Keyan’s hands gradually moved from a rejecting position, instinctively wrapping around the man’s neck.

Outside the floor-to-ceiling window, the rain poured heavily.

This rainstorm was a bit more insane than expected, the clouds pressed the summer into a dim autumn night, the wind tugged at the lone red flag on the playground as if to accompany their deep kiss.

"Please, don’t... please don’t do this here, okay?"

Mou Keyan struggled for a while, her mouth pressed tight, a small stretch extending from the corner of her lips to her cheek.

As the shirt buttons disappeared one by one, his actions seemed to have no intention of stopping.

"I’ll draw the curtains, no one can see from the outside."

"Ring ring ring~"

Just as Mou Keyan was about to continue resisting, the phone rang in time, like a lifesaving straw.

It was Deng Yuan.

"You go ahead and take it."

The girl looked to Mr. Lu for permission; he nodded.

"Miao Miao, I just ran into Jiang Yu saying you went out, did you bring an umbrella?"

Deng Yuan’s concern was always so timely.

"Ah... no, I didn’t."

The man in front of her, eyebrows raised, a mischievous expression on his face, mouthed something to her.

With a blushing face, Mou Keyan couldn’t help but follow his gestures, parroting him unwittingly.

"Then, should I bring you an umbrella?"

On the other end of the phone, Deng Yuan paused too.

"Where are you?"

"At Golden Stone studio."

Mou Keyan held the phone with one hand while symbolically resisting the intrusive hand under her shirt with the other.

"Right, bring two."

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Outside, the water was about to flood the first step, the torrential rain pouring down on the ground, and Nanhu bubbled like a boiling pot.

Deng Yuan walked in the tempest, his umbrella rowing backwards through the sky.

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