After the two protagonists were sent away, the scene finally returned to peace.
Lu Family siblings and Song Zhiyi were now sitting around the dining table, and the atmosphere seemed subtly warm and cozy?
Song Zhiyi's delicate and lovely face still held a blush that hadn't completely faded, and in fact, because of Lu Cheng's gaze, it became even more alluring, adding a few captivating charms.
Her heart was pounding like a hundred little rabbits, thumping non-stop!
It was filled with sweetness, joy, and a hidden anticipation and trepidation for the future.
And what about Lu Xuan on the other side?
The little princess who had chased away two big bad guys now looked like a peacock that had just stolen a dried fish and won a battle!
Her face was full of smugness and an expression that screamed, 'Come and praise me!'
"Hmph hmph hmph! When this young lady takes action, one is indeed worth two! In no time at all, I swatted those two blind flies to death!"
"Song Zhiyi's eyes are practically melting while looking at Brother. Not bad, not bad, there's progress!"
"This young lady's grand plan to create a perfect life for Brother is off to a pretty smooth start, hehehe!"
Lu Cheng naturally took in the two exquisitely beautiful women before him, each with a distinct style yet equally captivating, as well as the rich and subtle changes in their facial expressions.
He chuckled to himself, but on the surface, he maintained his composed, calm, and elegant demeanor.
He looked at Song Zhiyi across from him, who was so shy and nervous that she kept her head down, not even daring to glance at him.
His gaze instantly softened like water, and his voice deliberately lowered a few octaves, carrying a hint of apology and concern.
"Zhiyi, don't be angry. It's not worth getting angry over people like that."
He paused, then changed the subject, his tone becoming even gentler.
"I've heard that... when girls are in a bad mood, eating something sweet can quickly cheer them up."
Before Song Zhiyi could reply, Lu Xuan, who had been listening intently with her ears perked up, always ready to share her lord's worries and assist her brother, very considerately stepped in, as if she were an old friend.
She proactively took Song Zhiyi's small hand and, with an extremely intimate and enthusiastic tone, said with overflowing warmth:
"Exactly, exactly, Sister-in-law, oh no! It's Sister Zhiyi!"
"Sister Zhiyi, when girls are in a bad mood, eating something sweet will make their mood 'whoosh!' and instantly become sunny and bright!"
As she spoke, she also nudged Lu Cheng's arm with her little elbow, carrying a hint of coquetry and urging.
She kept blinking her large, watery eyes at Lu Cheng, signaling to him with her gaze:
"Brother, hurry up and cooperate with me, show some initiative!"
And the desserts she ordered were all things she had secretly seen in the detailed report about Song Zhiyi, which she had snuck from Lu Cheng's study earlier.
The report specifically listed several of Song Zhiyi's favorite things!
Things like mango pomelo sago, mango pancakes, and also tiramisu, lava chocolate cake, and so on!
It was practically a precise strike, catering to her preferences!
When Song Zhiyi heard Lu Xuan's little mouth, as if coated with honey, rattle off so many names of her favorite desserts in one breath, her little heart, already pounding wildly because of Lu Cheng's appearance, trembled violently!
All of these are my favorites?
How could she know so clearly?
Did Lu Cheng tell her?
He actually knows what I like to eat?
And remembers it so clearly, even knowing exactly which ones are my favorites?
An indescribable sense of immense happiness, like the warmest electric current, instantly spread through every cell of her body.
Her mood, which had been somewhat annoyed and depressed because of those annoying people Ji Bochang and Qin Yu, instantly brightened.
She felt both overwhelmed by Lu Xuan's excessive enthusiasm and familiarity, which she, a CEO accustomed to maintaining a dignified distance, found a bit hard to handle.
Yet, she couldn't help but feel overflowing with sweetness and anticipation because of Lu Cheng's subtle thoughtfulness.
She even dared not look into Lu Cheng's deep, smiling eyes, fearing that she would completely drown in his gentle vortex, unable to extricate herself.
Lu Cheng looked at Lu Xuan's mischievous and adorable appearance, then at the pink-haired loli across from him who was practically burying her small head in her chest.
He chuckled inwardly, but his face remained impassive, perfectly cooperating with his sister's divine assist, and with a gentle and doting tone, he softly said:
"Hmm, then let's order one of everything my sister mentioned."
"After all, Xuan'er's taste has always been very similar to yours, Zhiyi."
This sentence was even more full of blatant insinuation... Just as the three finished their meal and, under the restaurant manager's respectful farewell, stood up together, ready to pay the bill and leave, a middle-aged woman, dressed flamboyantly and adorned with jewelry, her face plastered with an overly flattering smile, 'just happened' to approach, blocking Lu Cheng's path perfectly!
This socialite, Lin Meizhu, had previously been at the table next to Song Zhiyi, attending a tea party organized by some third-rate socialite circle.
But ever since Lu Cheng's appearance, he had completely captivated her attention, and she had been craning her neck, secretly observing him.
Lin Meizhu was about forty years old and quite well-preserved, but the fine wrinkles around her eyes and brows, and her slightly sagging skin, still silently spoke of the relentless erosion of time.
For this socialite gathering today, she had specifically worn a classic suit from an international luxury brand.
But in reality, anyone with a discerning eye could tell that the suit was an old model from several years ago, and her slightly plump figure didn't seem to carry the outfit very well, instead making it look somewhat forced and awkward.
It was as if she was trying hard to prove to the world that she could barely keep up with society's trends and had not been abandoned by the times.
In her hand, she carried a luxury handbag, also a classic model, but with slightly worn edges.
Her husband ran a factory that was somewhat well-known but only of medium-to-low scale and influence.
From the perspective of ordinary working-class people, their family might be considered well-off and prosperous, with no worries about food and clothing.
But in the truly top-tier society circles of Modu, where people had tens of billions or even hundreds of billions in assets, they didn't even qualify for the outermost entry level.