Even if he returns to China, he will face constraints and be led by the nose.

Tang Li agreed and held out her hand to him:

"My dear boyfriend, please take good care of me."

Lu Zhixing shook hands politely and helped Tang Li pick up his chopsticks: "Before you came back, I had already made a simple plan for you. We can't put all our eggs in one basket with the winery owner's wife. If you want to get close to the people who attended the wine tasting that day, you first need to have an identity that you can use to get close to them."

Tang Li's mind went blank for a moment, and without thinking, he blurted out:

"You mean, be my girlfriend?"

"A girlfriend is just a female companion; she can't get close to those high-society people."

After Lu Zhixing finished speaking, he saw Tang Li awkwardly lower his head.

And asked in a low voice:

"If being a girlfriend isn't enough, then we can't possibly change our identity, right?"

Does that mean he wants a fiancée?

Or...

A sham marriage?

It must be from writing too many novels that one develops this kind of romantic, Mary Sue-like thought process.

Lu Zhixing couldn't help but laugh out loud, gently tapped the table, and asked:

"Has the great writer already imagined a scenario where the male and female leads have a fake marriage?"

He actually guessed such a cliché plot! Tang Li wished she could disappear into a hole in the ground. Seeing her embarrassment, Lu Zhixing quickly said:

“My dear girlfriend, you may have misunderstood. The identity I was referring to is this.”

Lu Zhixing produced a business card from somewhere and gently handed it to Tang Li.