The President Made Me Trend

That evening, Lu Yucheng indeed did not return to the Lu family to have dinner with her and Little Bun, as he had mentioned. Huo-Jie informed Mo Qinghuan that Lu Yucheng seemed to have arranged some sort of dinner through his secretary.

Being a businessman, it’s normal for him to have social engagements, but knowing that Shen Meng had once again set a trap for Mo Qinghuan, the sudden arrangement of this dinner made Mo Qinghuan’s mind wander.

“Older sister?” Little Bun, still a child, didn’t take things to heart. He cuddled up to Mo Qinghuan, holding the toy Lu Yucheng had recently bought him, sensing her unhappiness.

“Are you hungry, Little Bun?” Mo Qinghuan snapped out of her thoughts at his call, embraced him, and smiled, asking while instructing the maid to prepare a cup of milk for him.

“I’m not hungry.” Little Bun shook his head but kept glancing toward the hall entrance, seemingly disappointed as he asked, “When will brother come back?”

So, he missed Lu Yucheng? Mo Qinghuan felt even more tender-hearted towards the understanding Little Bun. She stroked his cheek and comforted him, “Be good, Little Bun. Brother has work to do and might come back late. I’ll have dinner with you and tell you a bedtime story, okay?”

“Okay, Little Bun loves hearing stories from older sister.” Even though Lu Yucheng wasn’t there, Little Bun trusted Mo Qinghuan, and his young face soon showed a hopeful expression.

By nine o’clock, Lu Yucheng still hadn’t returned, and his phone was off. Mo Qinghuan had put Little Bun to bed, but she herself couldn’t sleep, worried that Lu Yucheng might be doing something for her, leaving her to wait anxiously. After pondering repeatedly, she decided not to remain passive any longer…

She first called the Lu family’s secretary office, identified herself, and obtained Lu Yucheng’s private secretary’s number. Then she dialed that number, and unsurprisingly, the call was answered. But as soon as it connected, the quiet atmosphere on the other end felt strange to Mo Qinghuan, prompting her to ask, “Where are you?”

“May I ask who this is?” The secretary didn’t recognize Mo Qinghuan’s voice and was cautious not to reveal their location, fearing it might be a reporter.

“Mo Qinghuan.” She leveraged her relationship with Lu Yucheng. The secretary, who supported Lu Yucheng daily, was naturally familiar with her, and even if not for Lu Yucheng, the secretary could see her news almost daily on TV recently.

Upon learning Mo Qinghuan’s identity, the secretary dared not speak carelessly and respectfully asked, “Miss Mo, is there something you need?”

“Tell me where you are.” Mo Qinghuan didn’t beat around the bush and directly questioned.

“This?” The secretary was clearly in a bind. Even facing Mo Qinghuan, Lu Yucheng had explicitly instructed that their whereabouts tonight must not be casually disclosed, so the secretary could only explain, “I’m sorry, Miss Mo, I can answer any other question, but not this one. Mr. Lu has instructed…”

If it was a secret dinner, Mo Qinghuan was even more intrigued. Being an actress, she didn’t hesitate in such a scenario and responded with a slightly choked voice:

“I’m not trying to make things difficult for you, but Little Bun suddenly has a fever and is crying for Yucheng. You know how much Yucheng usually dotes on Little Bun. If Little Bun doesn’t receive the fastest and most effective treatment, do you think Lu Yucheng will appreciate what you’re doing?”

“Alright, Miss Mo, I’ll send you the hotel’s location.” The secretary was forced to comply, unsure if Mo Qinghuan’s claim was true or not, but what if it was?

After hanging up, Mo Qinghuan’s lips curled into a sly smile; it seemed the Lu family’s secretary wasn’t all that formidable…

Meanwhile, in the city’s most upscale hotel, the invited Li Pengyuan was smiling obsequiously as he toasted Lu Yucheng. However, Lu Yucheng didn’t interrupt his ‘kindness’ and coldly replied, “Mr. Li, don’t rush; an important guest hasn’t arrived yet. Once she does, you’ll naturally be able to drink to your heart’s content.”

“Important guest?” Li Pengyuan noticed Lu Yucheng’s expression was somewhat indifferent, feeling odd, and asked, “This afternoon, I received a call from Mr. Lu’s secretary, saying Mr. Lu invited me to discuss cooperation tonight. So, did Mr. Lu invite someone else as well?”

Li Pengyuan originally wanted to expand his business by connecting with Lu Yucheng, as who wouldn’t want to associate with Lu Yucheng to make money domestically? He thought he was lucky this time, but Lu Yucheng’s words left him puzzled.

While they were talking, a flamboyantly dressed woman knocked and entered. Due to Lu Yucheng’s prior instruction to dim the room’s lights, those inside could see the newcomer’s face, but the woman needed a moment to adjust her vision.

“Mr. Lu, I was so thrilled to receive your call this evening; have you finally missed me?” Despite vaguely seeing that the room wasn’t occupied solely by Lu Yucheng, Shen Meng’s bold demeanor still clung to Lu Yucheng, completely ignoring how displeased Li Pengyuan’s expression was on the other side.

“Miss Shen, I advise you to sit down; you might regret it later.” Lu Yucheng raised an eyebrow. He had already investigated Shen Meng’s financial backer, Li Pengyuan, when visiting the film crew earlier. But upon hearing Shen Meng’s photo incident bullying Mo Qinghuan, he couldn’t tolerate it any longer.

So he called them both out, curious about their reactions upon meeting in such circumstances.

“Regret? Mr. Lu, you’re quite the joker. Knowing your relationship with Mo Qinghuan, I still willingly come when called. Haha, don’t you understand my feelings?” Shen Meng said, sitting down as Lu Yucheng suggested.

Unexpectedly, Lu Yucheng clapped his hands, and the room’s lights brightened. The next moment, Shen Meng was utterly stunned, just as Lu Yucheng had predicted, because she saw the other guest’s face clearly-it was Li Pengyuan!

The most awkward part was that Li Pengyuan had invited her for a romantic evening, but Shen Meng lied, saying the film crew had a night shoot, so she couldn’t make it. Now, meeting in this setting, Shen Meng had just clung to Lu Yucheng like an octopus, and Li Pengyuan must have seen it all, right?

However, with Lu Yucheng present, Li Pengyuan couldn’t vent his anger, so he picked up his glass and downed the drink, looking at Shen Meng with disappointment and fury.

“Pengyuan? How are you here?” Shen Meng blurted out in a panic, but immediately covered her mouth, sensing Li Pengyuan’s warning gaze.

Lu Yucheng raised his glass, smiled slightly, and asked, “I was going to introduce you two, but it seems you already know each other, huh?”