"He’s here, he’s here, Young Master Lu is here!"
A luxury car slowly approached. When it came to a stop, a pair of slender, stunningly pale legs first stretched out. A woman with slightly alluring features stepped out.
Of course, as expected of a supermodel. Those long legs were simply breathtaking. Many held their breath, waiting for the legendary Young Master Lu to appear.
But, they waited and waited. Even after the car door closed, there was no sign of him.
Someone in the crowd let out a mocking laugh:
"And they say she’s Young Master Lu’s flame. Must be a publicity stunt."
"Exactly! At an event , and we still don’t see him showing up with her in public. Looks like it’s just her own self-promotion."
Bai Wei maintained her smile, posing gracefully for the photos, but deep down, she was already catching every word of their remarks.
Her heart burned with resentment. She knew Young Master Lu would attend this charity gala tonight, but unfortunately, he had no intention of bringing her with him.
Rumors had it he already had a companion. Could it be Young Master Lu’s new lover?
This wouldn’t do! It had taken her so long to bask in his glory and reach this level. The label of being Young Master Lu’s confidante was far too valuable—she had become almost intoxicated by it.
If she were cast aside, who would still vie to flatter her?
She had to see for herself—just who this vixen was that dared to steal her place!
Not long after, a subdued Rolls-Royce came to a quiet stop in front of the red carpet.
Someone stepped out of the car, dressed in a black suit, wearing dark sunglasses. His sharp, chiseled features were impossible to ignore. Even with the sunglasses concealing his eyes, the suffocating aura of dominance around him was palpable.
Could this... be Young Master Lu?
Just as all the reporters snapped back to their senses, scrambling to take photos of him, he turned around and extended his hand.
A pair of porcelain-like, flawless hands rested gently in his palm!
A woman in a red backless gown stepped out of the car gracefully. Her fiery red lips, exquisitely shaped brows, and perfectly straight nose gave off an air of effortless refinement. Her lips curved faintly into a smile.
Not the most conventionally flawless face, but everything came together harmoniously to make her mesmerizingly attractive. Her eyes shone with clarity and intelligence.
Despite her elegant composure, standing beside the imposing Lu Qing, she exuded equal presence, not the least bit overshadowed.
Everyone was stunned. Who was this woman?
Young Master Lu’s new lover?
Was she some socialite? Or a rising star perhaps?
No matter who she was, her very presence beside Lu Qing at such an occasion was enough to underscore her extraordinary status.
Reporters swarmed forward, frantically clicking their cameras in pursuit of the perfect shot!
However, just as they raised their cameras, a shadow loomed before them—black-suited men had stepped in to block their view. A serious statement was issued: No photographs allowed.
Lu Qing had always been meticulous about protecting his privacy. It was one of the reasons he rarely appeared in mainstream magazines.
There had once been an audacious individual who secretly captured a photo of him. Not only had that person faced severe consequences, but their gossip magazine company had also been acquired afterward.
The reporters obediently lowered their cameras, resigned to simply watching that god-like man with their own eyes.
He was the undisputed king of Yan Jing, someone everyone could only look up to in awe.
And now, at his side was a woman.
That woman had instantly become the envy of everyone.
Qin Miaomiao held onto his arm, walking slowly across the red carpet and stepping into the art gallery—a place of subtle elegance.
Famous paintings adorned the walls all around.
As they walked further inside, Qin Miaomiao instinctively loosened her grip on his arm, but Lu Qing clasped her hand firmly instead. In a calmly commanding voice, he reminded her:
"There are people everywhere. I need you to play the role of Mrs. Lu properly."