Hearing this, Liuyun secretly rubbed his hands together, itching to take action!
Why had he suddenly become so incredibly heteronormative? What exactly was this so-called "straight male cancer"?
At this moment, Luoyu, listening to the crackling sound of joints beside her ear, looked at him with a mix of helplessness and sympathy, "You really don’t get it?"
Liuyun stood with his hands behind his back, staring intently at Luoyu and replied in a muffled voice, "Mm."
Luoyu’s sharp features filled with confusion; she felt that Liuyun’s IQ had been off the charts recently.
She collected herself and gazed towards the parasol in the distance, her facial contours softening considerably, "Let me ask you, if it were your girlfriend involved today, what would you do?"
"No matter what I was doing, I would rush to the scene!" Liuyun’s heteronormative attributes were very obvious.
In his view, protecting his girlfriend was a matter of course.
Upon hearing this, Luoyu merely curled her lips noncommittally, "Do most men think like you do?"
Liuyun nodded with great confidence, "Of course."
Luoyu rubbed her own short hair and looked towards Miss Li, who was seated beside Shang Yu in the distance, "Do you think that, with Miss Li’s skills, she needs anyone to protect her? Even if I hadn’t been at the scene, she could’ve knocked those people down in minutes."
"That’s different!" Liuyun was still troubled by this and followed Luoyu’s gaze towards Shang Yu, frowning involuntarily, "Even if Miss Li is highly skilled, as her boyfriend, shouldn’t he still show up to see how she’s doing?"
After all, maybe he didn’t care that much?
At this point, Luoyu was annoyed.
There was just no reasoning with this blockheaded heteronormative guy.
She glanced at him disdainfully, wanting to find a place to smoke a cigarette, but after taking a couple of steps, she turned back and retorted, "You get so defensive when I say you have ’straight male cancer’, but did you ever stop to think what the hell would the boss be doing at the scene? Watching Miss Li fight and cheering her on?"
With the image suddenly forming in his mind, Liuyun was speechless: "..."
Close to noon, Li Qiao and Shang Yu were having lunch at the golf course’s tea restaurant with Charles.
The British man’s etiquette and demeanor always exuded good breeding and gentlemanly grace.
At the moment, Li Qiao sat beside Shang Yu, eating dessert while listening to the two men discuss the international financial situation, feeling inevitably surprised.
From Charles’s conversation, she could guess that his status within the British Empire must be quite high.
Even... capable of leveraging a financial instrument that could shift the entire financial landscape.
Yet from his dialogue with Shang Yu, there was also no lack of humble subservience.
Li Qiao glanced out of the corner of her eye at the man beside her sipping wine, uncommonly handsome and distinguished, his noble pride and smooth, deep British accent as flawless as that of the Britain-born Charles.
And Shang Yu’s action today in bringing her to meet Charles seemed unusually significant.
Whether it was an introduction or a recommendation, Charles’s reaction was bizarre.
Even after a few hours of acquaintance, his eyes still occasionally darted towards her with full curiosity.
Before long, the phone beside Shang Yu rang.
He picked up the napkin from his knee, folded it neatly, and placed it on the table. He then whispered to Li Qiao, "Have a chat with Charles, I’ll be right back."
By the rules of hospitality, today she and Shang Yu were the hosts, and Charles was the guest.
Li Qiao graciously accepted Shang Yu’s request, watched as he left the room, then turned to look calmly at Charles, making small talk, "Mr. Charles, do you find the Western cuisine of the South Sea to your liking?"