Throughout the entire movie, she nestled in Lei Xuan's arms, popcorn in her mouth, eating one piece herself and then feeding one to Lei Xuan.
The man accepted the food without hesitation, opening his mouth to eat the sweet snacks, but remained silent the entire time.
"Alright, let's go." Shen Wangshu felt much better after watching the movie. When she looked up and pulled Lei Xuan to his feet, she saw that the man was silently staring at the movie screen, which had long since stopped displaying images. His eyes were glazed over, and his gaze became somewhat lost. He even looked up at Shen Wangshu blankly.
Under Shen Wangshu's questioning gaze, he quietly rested his head on Shen Wangshu's arm and whispered, "In the past... I saw..." As the warm movie played on the screen, Lei Xuan saw a different scene.
He seemed to be sitting in a movie theater that was both strange and familiar, quietly watching a beautiful and glamorous woman on the big screen. She had boundless charm and proudly displayed her unique style on the most dazzling stage.
He couldn't take his eyes off the woman, because he knew she was his lover.
Even though she was completely different from how she was when she was by his side, Lei Xuan still knew that she was his...
"Shushu." He buried his face in Shen Wangshu's palm and whispered.
He instinctively knew that this was her real name.
Shen Wangshu's hands trembled violently. In the noisy movie theater where the audience was leaving, a faint bitterness suddenly welled up inside her. She nodded gently and said, "Mm."
Lei Xuan looked up at his lover, whose eyes were red-rimmed, and forced a faint smile to his lips.
He didn't want to know what those images represented, nor did he want to know what connection he had with the man who looked different from him when he slowly withdrew from those images. Perhaps they were his past memories, but what did they have to do with him?
A sudden pang of jealousy stirred within his hardened heart, for he, too, had once received the complete love of his beloved. Even if it were himself, he would still envy him. Yet his Shushu was now by his side, while he was… “I am Lei Xuan,” he said, tilting his head back with an expression so earnest it was almost a vow.
He is not any of those past versions of himself or his former self; he is simply Lei Xuan.
“Of course, you are Lei Xuan.” Shen Wangshu leaned down and kissed his cheek.
Lei Xuan looked up and kissed his lover.
His eyes began to ripple and ripple, no longer displaying the unchanging indifference and ruthlessness.
"Shushu," he called out.
Shen Wangshu responded softly.
He called her name repeatedly, asking, "Who am I?"
His voice was still somewhat cold, but Shen Wangshu could hear the unease in it. She felt sorry for him and said softly, "You are Lei Xuan."
For Lei Xuan, that was enough. He nodded, then got up and walked out of the movie theater with Shen Wangshu. He put his arm around his lover's delicate shoulder, glaring at every passerby who looked at Shen Wangshu with amazement, unaware that he, dressed in an expensive black suit and exuding an air of authority and mature charm, was also a sight to behold in the eyes of others.
Shen Wangshu had lost count of how many fashionable and alluring beauties had looked over at him, but it was clear that President Lei regarded them as his rivals in love as well, and his cold and oppressive gaze frightened these beauties so much that they turned pale.
So clueless about romance, Shen Wangshu nodded with a smile, not asking Lei Xuan to show any mercy.
She simply snuggled tighter into Lei Xuan's arms, declaring to everyone that she owned him.
After watching the movie, the two wandered the streets aimlessly, feeling that it was enough for them to stay close together. It wasn't until they felt hungry that Shen Wangshu and Lei Xuan went to the Mingzhu Hotel together.
This hotel, also located in the city center, was formerly another international hotel. It had been renamed Mingzhu Hotel after being acquired. However, Shen Wangshu never imagined that the hotel was acquired by the Lei Group. This five-star hotel, over a hundred meters tall, truly shone like a pearl at night, its lights dazzling.
Shen Wangshu and Lei Xuan went straight to the revolving restaurant on the top floor, overlooking the city's night view.
This restaurant is very expensive and only serves ten tables of guests a day, so it is extremely quiet, with only the beautiful, gentle sound of a piano coming from the center, where a pianist is playing attentively.
Shen Wangshu felt the atmosphere was very good, especially since the hotel manager knew that Lei Xuan was coming to dine and even came over to pour wine for him.
This is the top boss, of course he has to curry favor with him. But his boss, Mr. Lei, rarely even has the leisure to enjoy the night view, let alone take beautiful women out to dinner.
The hotel manager also looked at Shen Wangshu with curiosity, deeply feeling that she was no ordinary woman. He admired her and secretly fawned over her as if she were the boss's wife, pouring wine and introducing the dishes.
Shen Wangshu watched as the manager eloquently introduced the hotel's signature dishes, smiled and nodded, then winked secretly at Lei Xuan.
"Noisy." Lei Xuan acknowledged, his voice icy.
"Excuse me, Mr. Lei." The manager finally realized he was a third wheel and smiled apologetically. He greeted Shen Wangshu and was about to leave, leaving the beautiful atmosphere for the two lovers, when he suddenly heard a commotion outside the restaurant.
The loud commotion instantly shattered the restaurant's peaceful atmosphere, prompting disgruntled protests from several nearby tables. Then, an even louder uproar erupted as a tall, handsome man in a white suit broke free from several security guards and rushed towards the hotel manager.
"How dare you!" he roared angrily. "How dare you throw my luggage out of the hotel?!"
Shen Wangshu sat in the dimly lit place and suddenly raised an eyebrow.
Isn't this her good brother, Sheng Lun?
However, it seems that this older brother isn't doing too well after leaving that oppressive, money-driven home.
His face was ashen, and he was roaring. How un-artistic of him!
"Young Master Sheng." The hotel manager's enthusiastic face immediately fell when he faced Shen Wangshu, and he said in a businesslike tone, "You have been in arrears on your room fee for half a month."
That damned Young Master Sheng! He was allowed to stay at the Sheng family's hotel because he was the general manager, and was even allowed to settle accounts every two weeks. Who knew that this damn guy would try to sever ties with the Sheng family and leave with nothing? He doesn't even know who he'll ask for money for the past two weeks' expenses! The manager was extremely annoyed.
"Didn't I say I'd use my painting to pay off the debt?" Sheng Lun questioned loudly.
The hotel manager's expression became even more businesslike.
"Excuse my bluntness, Mr. Sheng, but your paintings are far from enough to cover the room, meals, and service fees for half a month. My son is in fifth grade this year, and his paintings are better than yours, okay?"
Does he really think he's Picasso?
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