95 095 Looking for a Wife
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This time, the camera in the live broadcast room was pointed outside the car, and a beautiful woman dressed in fashionable clothes and high heels got out of the car and walked directly to the hot pot restaurant that was open all day.
The reporter didn't have time to continue explaining Ren Lu's pre-marital work and hurriedly chased after her. Many of her colleagues also followed behind, but everyone seemed to have a tacit understanding and did not disturb her, as if they wanted to see what she was going to do.
This beautiful woman walked into the hot pot restaurant, asked for the menu, and slowly ordered the dishes and started eating hot pot.
——Is Ren Lu such a big eater? She actually ordered so much.
——Is she going to put on a food show? To establish herself as a big eater?
——What’s the point of establishing a big eater persona? Does she need this? A young, rich, pretty widow, now her dead husband is back. She doesn’t have any persona, but it’s enough to attract people’s attention.
The reporters also found tables and sat down in groups of three or four. Basically, the seats around her were the most popular. Those with slower legs and feet could only go to places a little further away. However, the equipment in their hands were professional, and they could still take good photos and videos if they found the right angle.
The woman waved to the waiters and asked them to take the dishes on their table away one by one.
"Hello, ma'am. This is the dish sent to you by the lady at table 27. She said you've worked hard this evening. Please eat more. She will pay for the meal." After putting down the plate, the waiter delivered the message in a friendly tone.
——Tsk tsk, she is indeed a wealthy widow, she is very generous. There are at least ten tables of people who came in to eat with her just now, and she treats everyone as she says.
——Ren Lu still has too good a temper. These paparazzi chased her all the way and followed her all night, like locusts that are omnipresent. Yet she was not angry at all and even treated them to a meal.
——Shh, shh, stop making noise, she’s finally going to eat.
——You always have to take off your sunglasses and mask when eating. I don’t believe in not showing your face.
Reporters and viewers in the live broadcast room were all looking forward to it. The lady at table 27 finished cooking a dish, picked up the chopsticks and was about to put it into her mouth. She seemed to remember her current embarrassing situation, put down her chopsticks and began to take off her mask.
After taking off the mask, she took a tissue and wiped off her lipstick before putting the rinsed tripe into her mouth.
——Wait, isn’t this Ren Lu?
——This mouth and nose tip don’t look like her.
——The sunglasses were too big, covering half of her face. She also put on makeup, so I really couldn’t recognize her because I have face blindness.
——This is definitely not Ren Lu!
At first everyone was a little dazed, and some people were not very familiar with Ren Lu, so they didn't dare to judge for a moment. However, the reporters had been there for so long, so they were naturally very familiar with Ren Lu's appearance and immediately found something wrong.
Fuck, this is really not Ren Lu! Who is this?
"She is Ren Lu's assistant, Vicky!" A reporter recognized her and immediately called out.
Vicky raised her head, put down her chopsticks, and took off her sunglasses, revealing her full face.
She looked at the person who was talking, gave him a polite smile, and greeted him warmly: "Hi, you guys come to eat hot pot too!"
"Fuck!" Upon hearing her shout, many reporters at the scene lost their guard and even swore at her.
This is really unbearable, this is a blatant provocation!
Some people grabbed the machines and rushed out, obviously wanting to go back to the villa to stake out again. Others hesitated for a moment, then sat down opposite Vicky with plates of food, trying to get some information out of her.
Some reporters had already accepted their fate and just sighed helplessly and continued to eat hot pot.
Things have come to this. Even if I go back now, I probably won’t be able to catch up with the latest news. I might as well eat the hotpot first. At least it will fill my stomach and make the trip worthwhile.
"Hello, Ms. V, excuse me, are you available for an interview? I will only ask a few questions. If the answers are difficult to answer, you can simply refuse." The female reporter who was broadcasting live boldly stepped forward.
When Vicky's face showed up, the female reporter knew she was shooting the wrong person. Ren Lu was a public figure, so it was okay to broadcast live to her, but Vicky was not, so the reporter immediately turned the camera around and just shot the food on the table.
Vicky was a little hesitant, and suddenly her cell phone vibrated. It was Ren Lu who sent her a new message, asking her to agree.
"Can."
The female reporter couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. During the two seconds of Vicky's silence just now, she really thought she was going to be rejected, but now she agreed. Even if she couldn't get any inside information, at least she wouldn't return empty-handed.
"Ms. V, you dressed like this and drove a car under Ren Lu's name. Did you discuss this with Mrs. Lu? You dressed like her to confuse others." The reporter also knew that she had limited time, so she got straight to the point.
"Just call me Vicky. Yes." Vicky answered briefly with only two words.
The reporter waited for a moment, thinking that she would add something, but the young assistant on the other side had no such intention at all. It was obvious that this assistant had received workplace training from the Lu family and knew what it meant to act cautiously and say less to make fewer mistakes.
The reporter couldn't help but take a deep breath and felt a little headache. She was most afraid of encountering this kind of interviewee, as it was more difficult to dig out content from them than from ordinary people.
"Where are you going next?"
"Go home and sleep."
“Why come to eat hot pot?”
"Because I'm hungry, and you reporters are following me so closely, I can't go out to buy food for fear that someone will come up with something crazy and post it online." When Vicky talked about this, it was obvious that she was suffering from it and she even talked more.
The reporter asked two random questions first, and then continued when he saw that she had opened up: "Where is the real Mrs. Lu?"
Vicky looked up, smiled and shrugged, meaning no comment.
"Did she and Mr. Lu have a quarrel when they returned to the villa?"
Vicky shrugged again.
"Mrs. Lu asked you to pretend to be her and leave in the middle of the night in order to lure the tiger away from the mountain, right? She is not in the villa now, right?" After being rejected for two questions in a row, the reporter did not give up, but continued to pursue the matter.
Vicky remained silent.
In the end, the reporter was the first to give in. He couldn't help but sigh and play the emotional card: "Can't there be any news at all? There are many viewers in the live broadcast room who are worried about her."
Vicky chuckled, seeing through the reporter's intentions at a glance, and raised her finger and shook it.
"Don't try to use emotions to kidnap me. It's not that I won't cooperate, but there are many issues that I don't know. Do you think an assistant like me can know whether the two of them had a fight? But Ms. Ren has always been generous and soft-hearted. If she knew that many netizens were waiting, she would be embarrassed. I will give a small preview for her. After things stabilize, she will give everyone an explanation."
Vicky still let out a sentence, which instantly attracted the attention of the reporter. She couldn't wait to ask: "What do you mean by stable? Is she going to leave? Where to go, to another place or abroad?"
One has to sigh at the sensitivity of this female reporter. Fortunately, Vicky has been working with Ren Lu for several years, otherwise her expression would definitely not be able to hold back and she would be exposed directly. But now, even though she was guessed, she didn't look surprised at all and still had a smiling look on her face.
"I've revealed enough and can't say any more. If you want to guess, just take your time." Vicky didn't respond. If she stopped the reporter from guessing, it would prove that her guess was correct. But if she let her guess, it would be confusing.
Vicky put down her chopsticks and took out a tissue to wipe her mouth.
"I'm done eating. See you again if we're lucky." She stood up, walked to the front desk, and started signing the bill.
"I've settled everyone's bill. I'm going home to sleep now. If anyone wants to come with me, please feel free to do so." Vicky raised her voice and said to several reporters in the hot pot restaurant.
She drove away. The reporters in the store hesitated for a moment, but two of them chased after her.
The female reporter who had just interviewed her did not stand up. She still sat at the table eating hot pot and said goodbye to the audience in the live broadcast room.
"I won't follow you. Vicky is an assistant, not a public figure. Let's stop here today. I'm going to continue eating hotpot. See you next time if we have the chance." After she said this, she remembered that Vicky had just said the same thing, and she couldn't help but chuckle and shook her head.
Ren Lu had already arrived at the airport in a low-key manner and was messaging Vicky.
Upon learning that there were still two reporters following her, Ren Lu couldn't help but frown.
Ren Lu: Let's change the ticket. I'll leave first and you catch the next flight. Go back and have a good rest. You've worked hard tonight!
Her flight was about to arrive, and it would be too late for Vicky to come in time. She couldn't wait at the airport either. She had to leave before Lu Sinian woke up, otherwise, with Mr. Lu's extraordinary skills, she might not be able to leave.
***
Lu Sinian slept well. Half asleep and half awake, he subconsciously reached out to the side, trying to pull the person into his arms.
He hadn't slept so well in a long time. He felt like he had unloaded all his burdens. Just holding Ren Lu in his arms, it was as if everything had returned to its original place, giving him a comfortable and familiar feeling, all under his control.
But after searching for a long time, he found that the other side of the bed was empty, and even the bed was cold. It was obvious that the person next to him had left for a long time.
He woke up instantly and opened his eyes immediately. Sure enough, the bed was empty and there was no sign of Ren Lu.
"Wife?" He called her, subconsciously using this title instead of calling her by her name as before, nor calling her by her name as a joke.
Lu Sinian originally thought that she was in the bathroom, but after calling her several times without any response, he immediately turned over and got out of bed, not even bothering to put on his shoes.
There is no bathroom, no dressing room, no study, and no cloakroom.
"Thump, thump, thump--" He rushed downstairs directly. There was no one in the living room or the kitchen. When he was about to go to the storage room, Dr. Xu, who stayed overnight, happened to come downstairs.
"Um, you are - Mr. Lu, Mr. Lu?" Doctor Xu's brain froze when he saw the man wearing only a pair of underwear. If Mr. Lu's face was not so handsome that it was easy to recognize him, he would really think that it was some psychopath who broke in and exhibited himself here so early in the morning.
However, something seemed to be wrong with this face, and its owner was unaware of it.
"Doctor Xu, you're here at the right time. Have you seen my wife?" Lu Sinian asked anxiously without bothering to tidy up his appearance.
"No, didn't Mrs. Lu live in the same room with you last night? I was in the guest room last night and didn't come out." Dr. Xu hurriedly proved his innocence.
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