Boss Lu: A reborn life is destined to be without regrets!-Chapter 55 - 50. Listen to me

"Don’t do this... His dorm is very close, junior~"

After hanging up the phone, Mou Keyan nestled in the sofa, struggling to maintain a defensive posture under Lu Jincheng.

"You’ve signed the contract, and you’re still calling him junior?"

Lu Jincheng tossed the standard contract aside, looking down at Mou Keyan from above, his movements on his hand never stopping.

"You need to address by position at work, listen to me."

"From now on, call me Mr. Lu."

"Okay... Okay, Mr. Lu."

Mou Keyan seemed to sense the playfulness in Lu Jincheng’s gaze as well as his boldness and recklessness in his actions.

She verbally agreed, while her body continued to twist and struggle, conserving her energy, intending to hold out until he lost interest.

Deng Yuan was about to arrive!

He pressed down on her hand, and she bent her elbow; he pinned her thigh, and she rolled side to side like she was rolling; he leaned in to kiss, so she complied obediently.

Once a woman’s bottom line is breached, it no longer presents any obstacle.

Before long, beads of sweat on Mou Keyan also spread across her fair neck, reaching down to her collarbone.

Both were panting, the hurried rhythm surprisingly maintaining a delicate synchrony.

Lu Jincheng fell silent; Mou Keyan stopped pleading. In the studio, enveloped by the sound of torrential rain, the two disheveled young people seemed to be engaged in a tangled struggle.

Sensual, yet with a forbidden allure.

For a man, perhaps few things are sexier than a beautiful young woman who gradually loses her strength under his onslaught, becoming helpless and desperate.

Especially when another suitor is closing in, about to burst in on the scene of their clandestine tryst.

Mr. Lu relished this thrill.

He savored holding the thread of reason in Mou Keyan’s mind, slowly tightening it, gradually exerting force, ready to snap it the next second.

"Bang, bang, bang!"

The locked door sounded.

Only then did Mr. Lu release Mou Keyan, leisurely walking towards the studio’s door, not forgetting to glance back at the young girl arranging her clothes on the sofa.

"Hello, who is it?"

He reached out his hand, resting it on the doorknob as he spoke.

"Hello hello! Could you open the door, I am Deng Yuan, is Mou Keyan here?"

Deng Yuan was panting heavily, having struggled to come in the big wind and heavy rain.

"Okay, senior, just a moment, the door seems to be broken."

Lu Jincheng’s voice was steady, his tone gentle, his hand still unmoved, appearing harmlessly like the boy next door.

"Don’t worry, this door is always a bit tricky."

He called out loudly to Deng Yuan, smiling mischievously at Mou Keyan.

Watching her hands fasten the clasp behind her back, quickly tucking her wrinkled shirt into her skirt, and tossing her messy long hair with a strong flick to the side, tying it with a black hairband on her wrist.

Watching her barely tidy up, standing up, and giving him a glare.

Her eyes held a shy reprimand mixed with three parts of unquenched charm—extremely seductive. fгee𝑤ebɳoveɭ.cøm

The next second, he opened the door.

The torrential rain and a half-drenched Deng Yuan faced him.

"Ah, come in quickly; how did you get so drenched, senior?"

The enthusiastic Lu Jincheng invited him into the room.

"The wind outside is damn strong... Ah-choo!"

Deng Yuan held an umbrella in one hand, and another umbrella in the other.

When the storm struck, he had to use his body to block where he couldn’t protect.

He took a couple of sips of hot water, finally came to his senses, and said to Mou Keyan, "Miao Miao, what are you doing here?"

"Lu... junior has some resources, I’m discussing a collaboration with him."

Mou Keyan’s gaze flitted, first checking Lu Jincheng’s reaction before speaking without correction.

"Junior can indeed!"

Deng Yuan eyed Lu Jincheng from head to toe, his tone slightly sour.

This was not his first encounter with him.

The first meeting was at the Floating Light Coffee, the lasting impression for Deng Yuan was Lu Jincheng wanting to lease the shop, accompanied by two extremely high-quality girls.

He admitted that Lu Jincheng had some money, but not necessarily more than him.

The second was during the freshman welcome, a big battle at the clubs, Lu Jincheng’s studio booth was right next to Mou Keyan, they exchanged a few polite words symbolically.

He also admitted that Lu Jincheng had some clever tricks; an "Eye Mask" incident had accidentally landed Mou Keyan on the trending search.

This time was the third time.

The first two times, it was him and Miao Miao who bumped into Lu Jincheng, and there was a clear ’us’ versus ’outsider’ distinction.

Since when did Mou Keyan start looking for him on his own?

He’s just a freshman, what resources could he possibly have?

Is he that great?

"Junior, is your coffee shop doing okay?"

Deng Yuan made a perfunctory compliment before quickly changing the subject, worried that Lu Jincheng might actually say something impressive.

"So-so."

Lu Jincheng pulled out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket and casually offered one to Deng Yuan, who waved his hand to decline and continued.

"Our Student Union’s External Relations Department is quite familiar with these little shops off-campus, like the milk tea shop at South Gate, I was talking to the owner last time, and they have an average daily turnover of over 5000."

"People don’t buy coffee as much as they do milk tea, but last time I went, the place was also half full, so it shouldn’t be too bad, right?"

Deng Yuan, serving as the vice president of the External Relations Department in the Student Union, it was his kind of local wealthy family’s time to contribute whenever there was a sponsorship task for the Student Union.

Mou Keyan watched Lu Jincheng with a half-smile, seemingly hesitant to speak.

That kind of customer traffic was a story from the old version.

Mr. Lu casually lit a cigarette and said with a nonchalant air, "You haven’t been to the shop for a while, have you?"

"Uh-huh."

Deng Yuan nodded.

"The External Relations Department’s information is a bit outdated, huh."

Lu Jincheng flicked his cigarette ash, unimpressed, "Now, the shop is packed every day, and our daily turnover is... I guess around ten thousand?"

He picked up his phone and found the "Golden Stone" coffee shop group chat, where Tian Yi reported the daily accounts to him and Zhou Sinin.

Deng Yuan’s face visibly changed, "Ah? That’s quite a lot."

He picked up his cup and took a sip of water, trying to relieve the awkwardness.

Wait, what’s going on?

Deng Yuan suddenly felt his brain couldn’t keep up.

Golden Stone’s original form was Floating Light Coffee, and he often visited that shop, where making a four-digit sum daily was considered lucky; how could he not know?

With the same coffee machine and grinder, Lu Jincheng just did some renovations and marketed it, and it achieved daily sales exceeding ten thousand?

The taste hasn’t changed much... How is that even possible?

"It’s just a small business really. The lines are so long every day, it’s pretty annoying; I don’t even like going there anymore!"

Lu Jincheng spoke his truth, but it didn’t sit well with Deng Yuan.

Ten thousand a day, how much for a month?

Aren’t you holding onto a hen that lays golden eggs?

"Congrats, Junior. Our school is about to organize a freshman welcome party soon, and with your capability, you could sponsor it under your coffee shop’s name."

Deng Yuan spoke up.

"That’s impossible."

Lu Jincheng, still smiling, rejected him cleanly.

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Finally, it was Mou Keyan who tactfully intervened, mentioning that the shop already had enough customers and didn’t need advertising; that’s how the stiff atmosphere got dissolved on the spot.

"The guidance counselor is looking for me; I have to go, bye~"

The squall came quickly and left just as fast.

The rain almost stopped, Lu Jincheng locked the door to his workshop, smiling and waving at the two before walking towards the administrative building.

Holding three umbrellas, Deng Yuan walked Mou Keyan back to her dormitory, his shoes making squelching sounds.

"Miao Miao."

They walked along a shallow water trail, one after the other.

"Hmm?"

"That... did you run out of lipstick?"

"Ah? Ah!"

Mou Keyan suddenly realized, in the rush of the moment and while getting her clothes together, she had forgotten to touch up her lipstick.

"I’m going back home this weekend, I’ll pass by the counter and buy you a new one."

"No need... really no need."

"It’s okay, just listen to me."

The same familiar phrase rang in Mou Keyan’s ears.

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