The President Made Me Trend

“Meng? Meng, are you okay? I might have been too harsh earlier. Let me apologize.” After Lu Yucheng left, Li Pengyuan hurriedly approached Shen Meng, no longer showing the disdain and curses from before, reverting to the gentlemanly demeanor he had when they first met.

Even though Shen Meng had been in showbiz for years and had seen many people change faces faster than flipping a book, Li Pengyuan was a first. One moment he could slap her to the ground to please Lu Yucheng, and the next, he could use sweet words to coax her into not being angry. Suddenly, she felt like a plaything, manipulated at will, feeling foolish. Shen Meng shook off Li Pengyuan’s hand, looking at him coldly, and scoffed:

“Mr. Li, I think we should keep our distance from now on, lest I cause you to offend a major client and you take it out on me again. I can’t handle that.”

“No, Meng, please let me explain, okay?” Li Pengyuan knew Shen Meng was truly upset. To appease her, he almost got down on his knees. He pulled her back to the chair, continuing, “That slap was not my intention. You just happened to offend Mr. Lu’s girlfriend. Meng, you know? It hurt me more than it hurt you. Please forgive me this time, will you?”

Women are often swayed by sweet words, and Shen Meng was no exception. Seeing Li Pengyuan’s sincere apology, her tears of grievance couldn’t help but fall as she leaned on his shoulder, murmuring, “Pengyuan, I hate you. I’ll never forgive you.”

“Meng, I love you. You’ve sacrificed so much for my career. I’ve decided-I will divorce and marry you. Once you become my legitimate wife, no one can come between us. Meng, will you marry me?”

Even though she knew Li Pengyuan wasn’t divorced yet, Shen Meng had waited too long for these words. Her eyes were filled with surprise and delight. Seeing his sincerity, her tears of grievance turned into tears of joy. Shyly nodding, she agreed, “Okay, Pengyuan, as long as you divorce, I’ll be yours.”

Shen Meng thought tonight’s experience would be the most ironic of her life, but unexpectedly, out of guilt, Li Pengyuan proposed to her? She finally had a chance to marry into wealth, and the bitterness of that slap vanished.

Her seemingly happy smile hid a vow: once she secured her position as Mrs. Li, the first people she would seek revenge on would be Mo Qinghuan and Lu Yucheng. No matter what, she would make them pay double for the humiliation of tonight’s slap.

Outside the hotel, having achieved his goal, Lu Yucheng prepared to return to the Lu family. It was late, and he wondered if Mo Qinghuan and Little Bun were asleep. As he reached the car, his secretary bowed respectfully. He opened the car door and instructed coldly, “Let’s go.”

“Mr. Lu?” Just as Lu Yucheng was about to step into the car, his secretary’s voice, tinged with panic, reached him.

Instinctively, he turned back, noticing the secretary’s odd expression. “Is there something wrong with your eyes? Why are you looking sideways?”

“Well, Mr. Lu, see for yourself.” The secretary felt like crying, unsure if he’d be fired in the next moment for angering Lu Yucheng. Was his high-paying job about to end?

With the secretary’s hint and a growing sense of unease, Lu Yucheng finally noticed something amiss. Turning around, he was shocked to see, “Qinghuan? What are you doing here so late?”

He hadn’t heard from Huo-Jie about any evening engagements for Mo Qinghuan. Considering everyone knew she was his chosen woman, who would dare invite her out at night? So, she was here specifically to confront him?

Realizing this, Lu Yucheng felt a bit guilty. He glanced at the private room, then tried to embrace Mo Qinghuan, only for her to coldly sidestep him.

Unlike during the day, the well-known actress was heavily disguised to avoid attention, even at night. Sunglasses, mask, coat-these accessories didn’t diminish her beauty but added a mysterious allure.

Mo Qinghuan, removing her sunglasses, looked at his handsome face with some anger, “Didn’t you say you had an important meeting? Since when did Lu family meetings move to hotels?”

“The meeting was canceled, and it turned into a client meeting. I didn’t have time to tell you. Are you mad?” Lu Yucheng tried to explain, not wanting her to know what he had done, knowing she wouldn’t approve.

The secretary’s face turned even more awkward at Lu Yucheng’s explanation, shaking his head behind Mo Qinghuan, seemingly signaling something.

As Lu Yucheng tried to comprehend, Mo Qinghuan threw her sunglasses at him, eyes filled with anger, “You still want to lie to me? Let me tell you, I’ve been here for a while. The secretary told me about your so-called client. You had no important meeting tonight. From the start, you planned to threaten Shen Meng, didn’t you?”

Lu Yucheng clicked his tongue. He knew she was smart, but he hadn’t expected his secretary to be so cowardly. With a glare at the secretary, he quickly tried to appease Mo Qinghuan, “Qinghuan, don’t be mad. Even if it’s for your sake, can you let this one slide?”

“Because you did it for me, I didn’t crash your dinner. But Yucheng, didn’t you promise to let me handle this? Why did you change your mind so quickly?”

Mo Qinghuan suspected that if the story came from Huo-Jie’s mouth, it would be exaggerated. Lu Yucheng’s decision to warn Shen Meng was largely influenced by Huo-Jie.

Yet, she was still angry, upset that he acted so recklessly. If the media caught wind, Lu Yucheng would be painted as the villain, while Shen Meng would become the victim. It wasn’t worth the risk.

Seeing Mo Qinghuan’s genuine concern, Lu Yucheng tried to embrace her. When she didn’t resist, he pulled her into his arms, gently stroking her hair, “It’s all my fault. You can hit me or scold me, but don’t keep it bottled up. If you fall ill, it would be worse than death for me.”

“Then promise me, no more reckless decisions. I have my own ways to deal with Shen Meng. There’s no need for you to get your hands dirty.” She demanded his assurance, believing that if a similar situation arose, Lu Yucheng would still choose the same approach.