Sulanqiao's eyes lit up, "Can I go? Will it be inconvenient?"
He wasn’t interested in meeting the big shot, just wanting to have a meal and spend two or three hours with Chucheng.
"Let's go together, a boring dinner can still be made interesting." Chucheng extinguished his cigarette and threw it into the nearby trash can, taking out his car keys from his coat pocket, "Can you drive? Lao Chen took the day off today."
"... Does go-kart count?" Sulanqiao casually brushed his fallen hair behind his ear and couldn't help but make fun of it.
Chucheng glanced at him wordlessly, taking large strides to the elevator, pressing the down button, "You don't have a driver's license?"
"No, I haven't had time to take the test. Mr. Chucheng, I'm not yet twenty-one, still a youngster." Sulanqiao shrugged and saw Chucheng looking helpless through the elevator's glass.
In the garage, Chucheng pressed the car button, calmly saying, "I'll drive, get in, young master."
Few are the people who can make Boss Chucheng personally drive.
When at home, the staff addressed him as 'young master,' using the standard London accent, making him uncomfortable every time. In that home, this title made him feel suppressed.
However, Chucheng's 'young master' addressed him, feeling quite tender in his heart.
Sulanqiao smiled, watching the white LaFerrari's door lift up in front, seemingly out of Chucheng's style, hesitated and asked, "Your previous car..."
"Thanks to you, it was vomited, and it's still in the garage airing out." Chucheng's tone was calm, but Sulanqiao somehow heard a hint of sarcasm.
It's been so many days, and Chucheng still held a grudge.
Sulanqiao awkwardly smiled, "Mr. Chucheng, do I cause you too much trouble?"
"As long as you know, buckle up." Chucheng pressed the auto button and smoothly drove out.
Chucheng always does things very well, even though he doesn’t really need this skill.
There was no conversation along the way, Sulanqiao snuggled down in his seat, feeling the serene atmosphere quite comfortable, the air conditioning temperature was just right, ideal for a nap.
He slowly closed his eyes, preparing for a short nap.
"Have you really taken me as your driver?" Chucheng's deep voice sounded in Sulanqiao's ear, with a magnetic allure that made Sulanqiao abruptly open his eyes, seeing Chucheng's enlarged face.
They were just a fingertip's distance apart, almost able to see the reflection of each other's pupils. The car had stopped, and there was a red light ahead.
He rubbed his face and sat up, "You're a very skilled driver, and I was a bit tired today from the filming, couldn't help but feel sleepy."
"That day I asked Lingfeng, driving has another meaning," when the red light turned green, Chucheng leaned back, saying leisurely, "So, no matter which aspect you look at it from, I'm indeed a good driver."
It was when he posted the dancing video last time, and Chucheng said he had a soft waist, and was very good at dancing. At that time, he thought he was talking about driving.
So Chucheng really asked his assistant bluntly? A strong desire for knowledge, and very good at putting what he learns into practice.
I've never seen anyone shamelessly praise themselves like this before," Su Lanqiao coughed lightly, "you really have confidence in yourself."
"Isn't it? You even gave me a five-star rating." Chu Cheng's expression didn't change much, and he kept his hand on the steering wheel, looking straight ahead.
Su Lanqiao's face turned completely red. Why did he bring it up again? He seemed to have figured out that Chu Cheng was a bit of a recluse.
On the surface, he looked cold and serious, but inside, he was as coquettish as they come.
The car quickly stopped at Shangjing Building, a very private home-style restaurant. The parking attendant hurried over and, upon seeing Chu Cheng roll down the car window, exclaimed, "Oh, Manager Chu, why did you personally drive today? This is really inappropriate. Give me the keys."
Chu Cheng threw the keys over and casually asked, "Is Chang Chao here?"
"Mr. Chang and his group are already inside, all waiting for you," the parking attendant nodded and bowed, pulled the door open, and shielded the car roof with his hand to let Chu Cheng out.
Su Lanqiao directly unbuckled her seat belt, opened the door, and followed Chu Cheng upstairs to the private room. There were several men and a finely dressed woman sitting inside, and he recognized her as the famous actress, Chang Xi.
Hmm, looks like it's going to be a feast.
The man in the middle stood up and walked towards the two of them, shaking hands with Chu Cheng, "You invite us for dinner and still arrive late? Quite something."
"Sorry, traffic on the road," Chu Cheng casually glossed over the fact that Su Lanqiao's shooting delay caused the delay. "Today, everyone can eat and drink to your heart's content. Put it on my tab."
Chang Chao put his arm around Chu Cheng's shoulder and sat down, "These are all the executives of our Weibo, responsible for various departments. They have been working overtime for several days and heard that Manager Chu was treating, so they all want to come and join."
"Thank you, everyone, for your hard work," Chu Cheng pulled out a chair next to him and gestured for Su Lanqiao to sit down.
The several executives did not dare to speak, all raising their eyebrows slightly and exchanging looks. These two seemed quite close, is the rumor true?
"And I want to formally introduce my sister, Chang Xi, a well-known actress. Boss Chu, she has admired you for a long time and has been looking for an opportunity to meet you. I finally caught her today and brought her to see you," Yang Chao laughed twice and directed Chang Xi to sit next to Chu Cheng.
"Brother, please don't say that, it's annoying," Chang Xi's voice was soft and delicate, but her body was very honest as she sat down on the seat next to Chu Cheng, sitting very upright, with impeccable manners.
Su Lanqiao inwardly clicked her tongue. Come to think of it, this dinner is quite troublesome in terms of relationships. It seems that it's no wonder Chu Cheng wanted to bring him here.
The waiters on the side began to bring in the dishes one by one, and the group chatted about industry gossip, unknowingly eating until they were half full.
Chu Cheng picked up a cup of tea and stood up with Su Lanqiao, "You have all worked hard because of the little rumor about us, so let me toast you all first."
"Hey, Manager Chu, this isn't right. How can you offer us tea? Sister, pour some wine for Manager Chu," Chang Chao enthusiastically urged, pushing a wine glass towards Chang Xi.
Chang Xi gave a shy smile and poured half a glass of red wine into Chu Cheng's wine glass, "Actually, this isn't the first time I've met Manager Chu. We chatted a few times backstage at an awards ceremony. I don't know if you remember?"
"Sorry, I don't remember," Chu Cheng leaned back and distanced himself from Chang Xi, "You don't have to hurry, I drove here today, so I can't drink."
Chang Chao raised his voice, "Manager Chu can't even find a driver for today? That's not right, is it?"
"Today, I drove a sports car that can only fit two people. There's no room for a designated driver," Chu Cheng explained calmly, putting down his chopsticks.
"If you drink, why not let the handsome young man drive?" Chang Chao was startled for a moment, "He can drive, and you can drink. Isn't that perfect? Hey, you brought him here to be your driver, didn't you?"
Chu Cheng shook his head, "He doesn't have a driver's license, so I drove. If you really want to drink, Xiaojie, can you help me out?"
Su Lanqiao murmured in agreement and nodded obediently, "I'll help you drink."
This conversation was really full of information. Mr. Chu brought someone over and even drove himself?
"Are you two really a couple, as rumored?" Chang Chao put down his chopsticks and straightened his back, showing curiosity on his face, "A few days ago, we were chatting privately, and we said that netizens have great imaginations. One photo led to so many speculations. Please don't make me lose face."
"We are not a couple," Su Lanqiao quickly interjected, "Manager Chu is just a good person. Don't think too much."
She didn't want to cause more trouble for Chu Cheng.
"Just as I thought, Manager Chu is so cool, he looks like a straight guy, how could it be possible?" Chang Xi's expression quickly changed from astonishment to a light smile, "But it's fine if Xiaojie helps out, just as a gesture."
As she spoke, she leaned forward and tapped her wine glass against Su Lanqiao's, deliberately arching her waist, presenting her assets blatantly in front of Chu Cheng.
In terms of looks and figure, Chang Xi was very confident in herself.
Chu Cheng quickly averted his gaze, lowered his eyes, and continued to chew on the seafood slowly, as if he hadn't seen anything.
Chang Xi drank very slowly, and suddenly her hand shook, spilling wine on Chu Cheng's suit pants. She screamed, "Ah, I just had a spa treatment today, my hands are a bit slippery. Manager Chu, I'm sorry. Shall I go to the restroom and help you clean up?"
Isn't this an old trick from ten years ago? What's she planning to do in the restroom? Su Lanqiao coldly watched Chang Xi's affected manner and couldn't help but change her expression.
As Yue Xi said, Chu Cheng was a piece of fat meat being watched by a group of hungry wolves.
It's no wonder that when he pulled Chu Cheng to spend the night the first night, he initially resisted so much. There were just too many things being offered to him on a silver platter.
Chu Cheng looked down and shook off the wine on his body, looking at Su Lanqiao, "Chang Xi is a girl, it's not convenient. Will you accompany me?"
"Not necessary, the restrooms here are separate, it's fine," Chang Xi said, preparing to pull out the chair.
Chu Cheng's tone became more serious, and his face darkened, "It's really not convenient, I'm sorry."
He was about to tell Miss Chang to behave herself.
The other executives were eating with their heads down, not daring to look over to the melodramatic scene. Miss Chang, who usually enjoyed high status in the entertainment industry, had never seen her behave so meekly.
Su Lanqiao quickly stood up and asked a waiter for a damp towel and a hairdryer, then followed Chu Cheng to the nearby private restroom.
As the door closed, the small restroom felt somewhat confined.
She twisted the towel into a strip and wiped Chu Cheng's lower abdomen, murmuring, "The way the wine spilled, it's almost as if it wanted to pour directly onto your crotch."
"Sima Zhao's heart," Chu Cheng said softly, "be gentle with your movements. Don't circle around, or it might provoke a reaction."
"You can still... really..." Su Lanqiao bit her lip, not finishing her sentence, but she did lighten her touch a bit.
The wine stain had been wiped away and only a patch of dampness remained. Su Lanqiao plugged in the hairdryer, set it to the lowest cold setting, and began to help Chu Cheng dry off slowly.
He lowered his gaze to focus on his movements, blowing in a very earnest manner, even smoothing out the creases as if his hand was a precious work of art.
At this moment, Chu Cheng also had nothing to do, so he started staring at people intently.
Whenever they were in close proximity, it was almost always at night, consumed by passion, too preoccupied to appreciate each other. But now, with leisure, he noticed that the small model's features were really good—fair skin, long eyelashes, delicate yet not too feminine, much better than that affected female star outside.
Sulan Qiao did not lift her eyes, but couldn't help feeling a gaze sweeping directly over her face.
This person did everything very straightforwardly, never concealing anything. If Chu Cheng wasn't well aware of his character, he would have thought that this person was interested in him.
A knocking sound came from the door, followed by Chang Zhao's voice, "Chu, do you need any help? You two have been in the bathroom for almost twenty minutes."
"Coming soon." Chu Cheng patted Sulan Qiao's hand. "It's okay, let's go out."
The two of them came out of the bathroom one after the other, and Chang Zhao joked, "If someone didn't know, they would think you two did something in the toilet, but Chu, you wouldn't be so quick, right? Hahaha, am I right?"
Several men instantly understood this dirty joke and laughed knowingly at each other, while Chang Xi gently covered her mouth, feigning a shy innocence.
"Okay, let's end the meal here," Chu Cheng said, seeing that everyone had almost finished eating. "It's getting late, we should leave soon."
"The meal today was not very interesting. Here's the deal, Chu Cheng, add my sister on WeChat, I'll introduce you to her. Just click accept, and we can plan something when we're free in the future," Chang Zhao leaned against the back, still not giving up on the idea of introducing his sister over, "Don't be so stingy."
Chu Cheng hesitated for a moment, then said, "I can't add her. I have someone, and I'm afraid she'll be upset if she sees it."