Chapter 88: Coming Upstairs for a Glass of Water?
Lu Liang's lips curled into a smile as if nothing had happened, and the two headed to Bentley's Puxin dealership.
He didn’t bother looking for Li Yue and instead chose a nearby Bentley showroom to avoid raising her expectations too much.
Although he didn’t have any personal connections there, the Lamborghini he drove served as the best calling card, earning him an enthusiastic reception from the sales manager.
"Mr. Lu, may I ask which model you're interested in?" The manager eagerly attended to him, his face brimming with smiles.
"Let’s take a look at the sedans."
Lu Liang had driven a 2013 Mulsanne before and remembered liking it quite a bit, but he wanted to try more options—just in case there was something even better.
Together with Wen Shanshan, they test-drove both the Flying Spur and the Mulsanne. He smiled and asked her, "Which one do you think feels better?"
He pointed to the Mulsanne, which had a base price of 4.98 million yuan. After customization and the purchase tax, the total came to almost 6 million yuan.
Wen Shanshan was stunned. "Aren’t you going to look around some more?"
"Once I’ve decided, there’s no point in looking further."
With a smile, Lu Liang made the decision effortlessly, as though he were grocery shopping.
The biggest issue with luxury cars is their price. As long as money isn’t a concern, there’s really nothing else to worry about—whether before or after the sale.
Every customer capable of buying a 6-million-yuan car is precious, and such customers rarely stop at just one car in their lifetime.
Wen Shanshan fell silent. In her 13 years as an actress, she hadn’t earned as much as Lu Liang had just spent in a single hour.
"Mr. Lu, your car will take 25 days to arrive. We’ll urge the headquarters to expedite it as much as possible."
The sales manager’s face was filled with smiles as he held the freshly signed documents, practically treating Lu Liang like royalty.
Lu Liang nodded and left with Wen Shanshan. "Let’s grab some food first and then stroll around this afternoon."
Wen Shanshan nodded but suddenly remembered during the meal that she’d left something back at the hotel.
Lu Liang had no choice but to drive her back, planning to wait for her downstairs. However, Wen Shanshan hesitated briefly before softly asking, "In this heat, why don’t you come upstairs for a glass of water?" R̃áꞐǑᛒËS̈
"Sure, my throat is feeling a bit dry anyway."
With a smile on his lips, Lu Liang followed Wen Shanshan upstairs. The two entered her hotel room, one behind the other.
It was a standard business suite—not too luxurious but not shabby either, probably costing over 1,000 yuan but under 2,000 yuan per night.
"The room’s a bit messy; don’t laugh at me," Wen Shanshan said hurriedly, tidying up the materials scattered on the table.
Suddenly, she let out a surprised cry, pressing her upper body tightly against the table. She coquettishly called out, "Brother Liang, what are you doing~"
Lu Liang looked apologetic, holding onto her waist. "I accidentally bumped into the table corner, and my leg suddenly went numb."
Wen Shanshan rolled her eyes but flashed a charming smile. As she undid Lu Liang’s belt, she asked, "Let me see if it’s injured."
"I have a good remedy for swelling."
Her chin wasn’t sharp, and her face was a perfect oval. However, the corners of her eyes didn’t look natural—she had probably undergone surgery.
"It’s nothing like before. The Hong Kong market keeps shrinking, and the same few people keep appearing in Hong Kong dramas."
Wen Shanshan lit a cigarette and handed it to Lu Liang, helping him light up a post-intimacy smoke. "Take this trip, for example. I’m here to audition for the second female lead in a TV drama."
"Film stars lowering themselves to act in TV dramas? Isn't your industry really particular about that?" Lu Liang asked in surprise.
Although he wasn’t deeply familiar with the entertainment industry, he had heard of its unspoken hierarchy—movies over TV dramas, and TV dramas over web series.
Wen Shanshan jabbed Lu Liang in the chest, her frustration evident. "Have you even seen my performance in Helios?"
"To be honest, no," Lu Liang replied, his eyes smiling as he exhaled a puff of smoke. Sharing the same bed, there was no need to sugarcoat the truth.
Wen Shanshan shot him a fierce glare, wearing an expression of "I knew it." "Even though I was the female lead, my scenes were trimmed down to just a few minutes. Honestly, TV dramas are better—I can at least get more screen time, make my face more recognizable, and increase my chances of being noticed."
"What about Big Baby? Doesn’t she have good connections? Why didn’t she help you out?" Lu Liang asked with a smirk.
"Ugh, don’t bring her up," Wen Shanshan said through gritted teeth, bitterness filling her tone. "If she hadn’t badmouthed me back then, I would’ve been the one to land that Fashion Weekly gig."
She exposed Big Baby’s true nature, summarizing her as someone relentlessly advancing her career through calculated scandals.
Back then, Wen Shanshan had been naive, believing that hard work alone would bring rewards. She had refused to engage in any backdoor dealings.
But Yang Tianbao was different. Early on, she knew how to leverage her advantages, climbing the social ladder with every opportunity until she finally met Huang Jiaozhu.
Lu Liang chuckled but chose not to delve further into the topic. "Tomorrow, move to the luxury suite upstairs. Stay as long as you want. Once I’m done with my current work, I’ll help you see if there are any suitable roles."
He had a platinum business card from the bank, which offered partnerships with five-star hotels nationwide. Some luxury suites were either free or available at significant discounts, sometimes as much as 30-50% off.
For long-term stays, the cost could even be cheaper than an ordinary business suite.
Wen Shanshan wrapped her arms around Lu Liang’s neck. "Brother Liang, I’ve given you everything I have. Don’t you dare let me down~"
Lu Liang laughed softly, flicking her nose affectionately. "I’ll keep an eye out for you. But for now, let’s stop lying around and go downstairs for a walk."
"But I’m exhausted—completely out of energy," Wen Shanshan complained pitifully, hugging him and acting coy.
Lu Liang didn’t indulge her. "Then you rest here. I’ll go see if there’s anything good to eat and bring something back for you."
"Don’t!" Wen Shanshan panicked and quickly got up, following Lu Liang into the bathroom.
She had missed too many opportunities in the past, and Lu Liang was the one person who could give her a real shot at stardom. For that, she was willing to do anything.
Earning money was secondary. She wanted to prove herself—to show that she was no less capable than Yang Tianbao, just less fortunate.
Now that Yang Tianbao was famous, everything she said was considered reasonable, while no one would listen to Wen Shanshan. Any mistakes were automatically pinned on her.
But if she could rise to fame, she could rewrite the narrative and explain everything.
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