The voice sounded puzzled, as if responding to Yuan Hu’s words.
Zhi Shi and Yuan Hu interestingly remained silent.
Not too fond of money?
Lu Qin had plenty of money, besides giving Pei Rong a lot of money. What else could he give?
Setting up this “not fond of money” persona, was he trying to ask Lu Qin for something?
These thoughts flashed by, but they were irrelevant to him.
The fourth member of the mahjong group was temporarily grabbed from the staffs, expressing no opinions.
Lu Qin wasn’t just casually saying it; he keenly noticed that Pei Rong was actually indifferent to money. Apart from posting that Weibo, there was no mention of 200 million in reality.
He always felt that his relationship with Pei Rong relied on investment. He provided the money, and Pei Rong helped him overcome ‘addiction’. The relationship was stable, even if they met once a month or every six months. It seemed like a long-term plan.
After seeing the hot search results, the ground suddenly collapsed.
He felt an urgent need to find a new balance, delaying the once-every-seven-days arrangement he had eagerly anticipated.
He planned this sea trip, but the purpose was not yet clear.
Yuan Hu and Zhi Shi’s subtle silence made Lu Qin impatient. He pushed the mahjong tiles aside and got up to find Pei Rong.
He didn’t come on board to play mahjong with these two.
Lu Qin looked around and found Pei Rong sleeping under the blanket. He squatted beside the bed and pulled a corner of the blanket. “Why not get up and see the sea view? There’s a big white whale.”
Pei Rong opened his eyes slowly and said lazily, “Who are you kidding?”
There was indeed a big white whale.
The cabin suddenly shook as if it had encountered a wave.
Pei Rong frowned, gripping the corner of the blanket tightly.
This familiar reaction... Lu Qin immediately realized that Pei Rong was feeling seasick.
“Why didn’t you say you get seasick earlier?” Lu Qin urgently sat by the bedside, helping Pei Rong up against his shoulder and rubbing his back.
Pei Rong, feeling uncomfortable, tossed and turned in the room. How could he play mahjong like this?!
Lu Qin completely forgot how disgusted he was when he woke Pei Rong up before and cursed himself for playing mahjong.
Pei Rong’s reaction was not significant. Unlike the last time, he didn’t have a mouthful of wine. He could still tease Lu Qin: “Aren’t you afraid I’ll vomit on you?”
Lu Qin’s body stiffened for a moment, then he relaxed and said, “It’s not the first time, anyway.”
Pei Rong: “Don’t worry; I can’t vomit this time.”
Lu Qin, feeling annoyed, said, “I’ll have them turn back.”
“No!” Pei Rong quickly stopped him. Lu Qin and his friends were busy people, and it’s not easy for them to gather for a trip. They couldn’t turn back for a trivial matter.
“We can land at three in the afternoon. I’m just a little bored; it’ll be fine once we land.”
Lu Qin: “Should I get you some seasickness medicine?”
Pei Rong, lazy to bother, said, “I’ll just sleep it off.”
Lu Qin simply took off his clothes, got into bed, and embraced Pei Rong, rubbing his head gently. “Just sleep.”
Usually, when Lu Qin got close to Pei Rong, it’s like a bear smelling sweet honey; his bear paw didn’t hesitate to poke into the beehive and start licking.
Sometimes during breaks in filming, Pei Rong was reminded by his assistant that President Lu ran past the small woods behind.
A hint of narrow-mindedness flashed in Pei Rong’s eyes. He deliberately wore makeup like he had a protective mask on. The bear-like Lu Qin had nowhere to start; he could only gnash his teeth outside the beehive, occasionally taking advantage of any gaps around the waist.
Pei Rong was both angry and annoyed, thinking, ‘Why aren’t there any brave little bees in the small woods, willing to defend against Lu Qin’s tongue attacks?’
President Lu was thick-skinned; it would probably take a big wasp to deal with him.
Lu Qin was not behaving properly now.
Pei Rong slept peacefully, skipping lunch. He woke up at two in the afternoon, and Lu Qin brought him lemon juice with grilled meat.
After sailing for five or six hours at sea, the outline of a small island finally appeared.
After docking, the crew was busy unloading, while others stayed put, planning to go fishing and returning only by noon on the next day.
Lu Qin said, “Pei Rong and I won’t join; he gets seasick. You guys go ahead; all the crew members are at your disposal.”
The other four looked over, their gazes carrying a hint of meaning.
Having spent so much time together on the ship, Lu Qin always served the meals. Now he willingly stayed behind to accompany Pei Rong.
Ah, they misunderstood. What did Pei Rong want that couldn’t be obtained?
Pei Rong pushed his sunglasses and stood calmly next to Lu Qin. As long as the boss wasn’t awkward, he wouldn’t be either.
On the shore, after walking a stretch, Pei Rong completely recovered. Unexpectedly, the man who used to be like a dried fish couldn’t adapt to the sea.
Lu Qin: “How are you feeling?”
Pei Rong calmly replied, “Asking the obvious.”
If he wasn’t well, could President Lu just dismiss him?
The sea breeze clung Pei Rong’s shirt to his body, outlining his slender figure. The wind lifted strands of his hair, resembling a slightly tilted-winged white seabird.
Lu Qin led him through the gravel path towards the vacation villa on the high ground of the island.
Lu Qin: “Uh, the room wasn’t ventilated in advance; it might be a bit stuffy.”
Pei Rong: “A minute of sea breeze should do.”
Lu Qin, serious: “Not enough.”
Pei Rong stopped and looked at him. The villa was right behind him, with an elegant eave but not as charming as a beautiful woman.
Pei Rong: “What’s your plan?”
Lu Qin stepped on an innocent seashell, making a scraping sound. He said, “The rooftop.”
At night, the galaxy spanned the sky, stars were exceptionally beautiful, and no one would see. Truly...
Pei Rong raised an eyebrow. “Is this your idea of a private island vacation?”
Lu Qin: “No.”
Pei Rong, ambiguous: “I need to see.”
President Lu acted like a guide, taking Pei Rong to tour the villa. He led him to a spacious terrace with a wide view of the sea.
Pei Rong looked around, finding fault: “Only a table, no bed.”
Oh well.
Lu Qin replied smoothly: “We can move it from inside.”
Pei Rong, choked by his decisiveness: “There are mosquitoes.”
“No lights, we can use mosquito repellent.”
“I’m cold.”
Lu Qin grabbed Pei Rong’s wrist. “The lowest tonight will be around fifteen degrees.”
Did he even check the weather forecast beforehand?
Pei Rong, in frustration, sat on a marble bench, saying, “Then you move it.”
He had just toured the room, filled with intricately carved wooden beds, bed pillars thicker than thighs.
He wouldn’t help; let’s see how Lu Qin would move it alone.
Lu Qin, decisive, instructed Pei Rong to sit for a while and went downstairs on his own, ignoring Pei Rong’s protest.
Pei Rong secretly thought it would be interesting if the other strained his waist.
Ten minutes later, Lu Qin appeared with an iron bed, seemingly absent for so long because he was dismantling it.
Move first, assemble later; Lu Qin made several trips, finally bringing up a toolbox, clanging and banging. He changed his shirt, finding it too hot, opting for a vest. When tightening screws, his arm muscles tensed, showing strength like a predatory beast.
Pei Rong was sure it was Lu Qin’s first time installing an iron bed, but from behind, he looked as skilled as if he had been doing it for ten years.
The sun sank below the horizon. The weather that was bright moments ago suddenly turned windy, bringing a curtain of rain.
Pei Rong raised an eyebrow; it seemed the weather forecast was useless.
Lu Qin, experienced, said, “The rain will pass quickly.”
He raced against time, indifferent to the pouring rain, focusing on assembling the complex iron bed.
Many fancy little parts, he didn’t want to install, but dared not leave them out, fearing Pei Rong’s scrutiny.
Pei Rong’s persuasion fell on deaf ears. He sat in a rattan chair, tapping his legs, enjoying Lu Qin’s struggle through a glass wall.
With mixed emotions, Pei Rong took a sip of hot milk.
Was there anything in this world that could stump Lu Qin?