“I started an entertainment company. I plan to throw 100 million yuan in Old Master Lu’s face when I succeed in my business and say to him, ‘Hey, old man, let Lu Yuzhi and I get married.’” Li Peiyu’s eyes gleamed with confidence and stubbornness.
Lu Yuzhi couldn't help but burst into laughter, his body trembling. "You think you can marry me for a hundred million? Then I'm worthless."
"By the time you succeed in your business and earn a hundred million, I'll be an old man. By then, even my grandfather will have died of old age," Lu Yuzhi joked with a smile.
“I don’t care, I want a year,” Li Peiyu said stubbornly, her eyes showing no sign of backing down.
"Stop fooling around." Lu Yuzhi gently patted Li Peiyu's head, his tone full of affection.
“I’m not kidding, I’m serious. I sold the big villa. I want to prove to Grandpa Lu that I’m not completely useless.” Li Peiyu’s voice rose slightly, her eyes filled with determination and persistence.
“Just stand by my side, no one will say you’re worthless,” Lu Yuzhi said softly, holding Li Peiyu tightly in his arms.
“I named the company Yu Xing, which is your Yu. That’s my betrothal gift to you.” Li Peiyu’s face flushed, and she buried her head in his chest shyly.
"I'm already very touched. You've already won me over." Lu Yuzhi pinched Li Peiyu's chin and kissed her gently.
Li Peiyu pushed Lu Yuzhi away, insisting, "I want a year."
"Being together won't affect your earning money. You earn your money, I'll sleep with you."
"No, I can't be with you this year, otherwise even if I succeed, people will think that you were the one helping me."
"So you're planning to earn a hundred million without my help?"
"It's not a hundred million, but at least the company is starting to look up."
"You want to break up with me first just to be with me? What kind of bullshit logic is that?"
"Yes, that's my logic, Li Peiyu's logic."
"What if your company hasn't improved after a year?"
"Then I'll have to make you wait another three to five years."
"What did you say? Do you believe I'll slap you?"
Li Peiyu shifted slightly while kneeling and bowed respectfully, saying, "Yes, sir."
Lu Yuzhi's lips twitched violently a few times, then he raised his voice and said loudly, "Smith Marseille."
Immediately afterwards, a slap came down hard, and Li Peiyu cried out and fell to the ground.
...
[Please use your imagination for the part about the Asian butterfly.]
In the morning, Li Peiyu tried to get up, but Lu Yuzhi held her tightly like a vise, showing no intention of letting go.
"I have class, I have class. I'm doomed if I'm late." Li Peiyu was so anxious that her face turned red, like an ant on a hot pan.
"Move to the villa." Lu Yuzhi's tone was as resolute as a rock, his eyes filled with stubbornness.
“No. You’ve forgotten our one-year agreement.” Li Peiyu refused decisively without hesitation, her attitude resolute.
“If I go to the villa every Wednesday and Saturday, I will agree to your one-year promise.” Lu Yuzhi frowned and thought for a moment before offering this condition.
"Okay." Li Peiyu frowned slightly and agreed after a moment's thought.
She really did miss him.
Having a secret affair seems like an option.
After receiving a satisfactory answer, Lu Yuzhi slowly and contentedly released his hand.
"But at other times, you should act like we don't know each other, and don't interfere in my company's affairs. I don't want to succeed by relying on you."
"Okay." What could Lu Yuzhi do? This girl was so stubborn.
"Help me get dressed before you leave." Lu Yuzhi slowly raised his injured right hand, his expression showing a mixture of helplessness and dependence.
“Okay.” Li Peiyu picked up the clothes and helped Lu Yuzhi put them on, her gaze falling on his injured hand, and the doubts in her heart surged up again.
She really wanted to know why he was injured. She asked him twice last night, but Lu Yuzhi remained silent and did not answer her question.
Since he didn't want to talk about it, she stopped asking.
But a sense of loss still quietly crept into her heart. It seemed that they had no communication other than sleeping.
A feeling that was both familiar and strange enveloped her heart, leaving her somewhat confused and uneasy.
After class, Li Peiyu rushed to the company.
She pushed open the door and, lo and behold, there was only her in the huge company.
Her company is completely amateurish.
She, Jiang Shuchen, Wang Boyang, and Guo Jiahe are all students who also have to balance their studies.
She wanted to achieve something within a year, and all her hopes were pinned on Jiang Shuchen. Li Peiyu sat quietly alone in the company for a while, deep in thought, when Jiang Shuchen arrived.
"Shuchen, how's the song coming along?" Li Peiyu asked impatiently.
“Listen to this.” Jiang Shuchen didn’t hesitate. He then sat down at the piano, his fingers dancing nimbly across the keys, and began to sing and play the piano.
As the song ended, Jiang Shuchen asked expectantly, "How was it?"
Li Peiyu held the lyrics sheet, frowned slightly, and after thinking for a moment said, "I feel like something's missing. The lyrics aren't enough, they're not captivating enough."
Jiang Shuchen's first song is crucial, and she must be extremely careful, hoping to achieve instant fame with it. After all, her time is limited.
“I feel the same way,” Jiang Shuchen nodded in agreement.
The two discussed the lyrics list seriously for a while, each expressing their own opinions, but ultimately they couldn't reach a conclusion.
"I need inspiration," Jiang Shuchen sighed helplessly.
“Yes. This is a love song. To resonate with you, the lyrics should ideally reflect your own feelings. I think you need to be in a relationship,” Li Peiyu said, looking at Jiang Shuchen with a determined gaze.
Upon hearing this, Jiang Shuchen's face flushed red.
“You like Lin Wanwan,” Li Peiyu said bluntly.
"Huh?" Jiang Shuchen exclaimed in surprise, "How did you know?" Before he could finish speaking, Li Peiyu interrupted him.
"Okay, I'll arrange a date for you, and you can get a feel for it."
After Li Peiyu finished speaking, she picked up her phone.
"No need," Jiang Shuchen quickly stopped her, knowing that it would be too abrupt to ask her out like that.
“Yes. Don’t you feel like you’re interfering too much with my earning money?” Li Peiyu didn’t care about that and then dialed Lin Wanwan’s number to invite her to dinner that evening.
All she could think about was finishing the song as soon as possible so that the company could improve and she could achieve her goals.
As evening fell and the city lights came on, Lin Wanwan arrived at the agreed-upon Western restaurant as scheduled.
She stepped into the restaurant and searched around, but she couldn't find Li Peiyu. Instead, she saw Jiang Shuchen sitting there.
"Excuse me, could you have a meal with me?" Jiang Shuchen asked Lin Wanwan somewhat nervously.
Lin Wanwan was slightly taken aback, then slowly sat down and asked in confusion, "Where is Peiyu?"
"She's not coming; she's having barbecue with Guo Jiahe on the next street," Jiang Shuchen explained cautiously.
"Then, I, I..." Lin Wanwan's face was full of confusion. She really didn't understand what was going on with her and Jiang Shuchen eating in this Western restaurant.
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