After deciding to help Anya find the missing "soul" in her music in a "more interesting" way, Lu Cheng's plan had quietly begun.
He sent a message to the person in charge of Lu's Film and Television, far away in Magic City.
"The'Sword Immortal Love' crew has been rushing their filming schedule lately, and the actors have worked hard."
"Let them all take a few days off to rest well and adjust their state!"
"The company will cover the expenses. Work should be balanced with rest to produce truly good works!"
If someone didn't know, they would think Young Master Lu was a conscientious boss who cared about his employees!
But Lu Cheng knew very well.
With his understanding of Jiang Chen, this "prodigy-type" protagonist, and the prodigy's "sisters"...
The eldest sister traveled to a foreign country for a competition, and her younger brother accompanied her, even feeling somewhat affected by his own setbacks... What choice would the third sister, Mu Xing, who was filming far away in Magic City and doted on her younger brother to the bone, make after learning that the crew suddenly got a holiday?
The answer was self-evident.
The chess piece had been laid.
Next, it was time to patiently wait for the prey to step into the trap, one step at a time... In Moscow's night, heavy snow fell.
Jiang Chen accompanied Anya, strolling around Red Square for an entire day.
But Anya remained preoccupied, unable to muster any interest, let alone any so-called "inspiration."
Lu Cheng's face kept replaying uncontrollably in her mind... She completely failed to notice the expression of intense jealousy on the face of the younger brother beside her, who was once her most beloved.
In the evening, back at the hotel.
Anya was about to wash up and rest when her phone suddenly buzzed and lit up.
It was a text message from Lu Cheng.
"Are you asleep?"
"If you can't sleep, come to my room."
"I found a very good bottle of wine and would like to invite someone who can understand its soul to taste it with me."
Lu Cheng... Even his invitation was artistic, tempting Anya and making it difficult for her to refuse.
Her heart instantly accelerated.
She knew what it meant for a man and a woman to be alone in a room so late.
But... as if possessed, she still put on a thick coat and came to Lu Cheng's room door... On the balcony, the two stood by the railing, gazing at the magnificent snowy night of Red Square.
The cold wind, mixed with snowflakes, whistled past them, yet it couldn't dissipate the subtle and ambiguous atmosphere between them.
Lu Cheng poured her a glass of red wine but didn't rush to speak.
It wasn't until Anya had taken a few sips of wine and her cheeks gradually flushed that Lu Cheng finally spoke slowly.
But he didn't talk about their relationship; he only talked about... the soul!
"Anya, do you know?"
His voice, in the silent snowy night, was particularly deep and particularly... magnetic.
"Those who stand at the top of the pyramid are actually all lonely."
"This loneliness is not loneliness in the realistic sense."
"But rather, of the soul..."
"Because there are too few people who can stand at the same height as you and see the same scenery."
He looked at Anya's surprised and slightly wine-hazed eyes, his tone gradually becoming sincere.
"I have met many women."
"Beautiful, smart, powerful... They are all very good."
"But they can only see what my identity as Lu Cheng represents: wealth, status, power."
"They can appreciate my appearance, but they cannot understand my inner self."
"They can enjoy the material things I bring, but they cannot hear the melody deep within my soul."
He paused, giving a self-deprecating smile, a smile that, against the snowy night, carried a hint of heartbreaking loneliness.
"Of course, this is not their fault either."
"They are all just... ordinary people."
At this point, he put down his wine glass and took a small step forward.
His eyes burning as he looked at Anya, he began to pour out his uncontrollable, fervent emotions.
"Until I met you."
"In the concert hall, the moment you drew your bow, what I heard was not skill, but a similarly lonely soul, longing for resonance."
"Remember? At your concert, when we played together, the piece was praised by everyone..."
"Because that was our souls conversing in their own language."
"Anya, I admit, I was conquered by your talent."
"But what truly intoxicated me was that when I looked at you, I knew..."
"I... am no longer lonely."
"Your music lacks emotion because your soul also yearns for resonance..."
He didn't say "I love you," nor did he say "Be my girlfriend."
What he said was "resonance of the soul."
As if he was the "only understander" in this world.
The only person capable of achieving a soul connection with Anya.
This kind of "high-end" confession with spiritual attraction, for someone like Anya who had dedicated her life to pursuing the highest realm of art!
It was an irresistible... ultimate move!
...Anya was completely crushed by Lu Cheng's "soul confession," all her psychological defenses shattered!
She possessed admirable talent, and he was a top-tier gentleman of the world. They were lonely, yet they shared a common language... Even everything unknown deep within her heart was revealed by this man before her.
It turned out that in this world, there really was someone who could understand her so profoundly.
It turned out that she was not alone.
All her restraint, all her hesitation, vanished at this moment!
She looked up, her beautiful eyes glistening with tears of emotion, filled with endless tenderness and adoration... She took a step forward, stood on her tiptoes, and pressed her warm lips, still carrying a hint of red wine's mellow fragrance, firmly onto Lu Cheng's lips.
Lu Cheng naturally responded to her... A deep, romantic long kiss, under the falling snow of Moscow, announced the artist's... complete surrender.
Inside the room, the two passionately embraced and kissed, the atmosphere reaching its most ambiguous point.
As Anya slowly closed her eyes, moved by emotion, feeling that she had truly found the missing feelings and soul, a playful smile, indicative of a successful plan, quietly flashed in Lu Cheng's eyes.
[First step, complete.]
[Next, just wait for the other one to come knocking.]
[Don't blame me, Anya.]
[This is all to help you find your "soul"!]