"I wouldn’t dare, I wouldn’t dare. Your competitors are too fierce." Luofeng glanced toward the fitness area. Many muscular guys there seemed to be looking at the two of them Chat, their eyes burning as if with the hatred of men whose wives had been snatched away. "I’m afraid even if I did win you over, I might not live long enough to enjoy it."
When did I become so slick? Luofeng himself didn’t even realize. But most girls liked this sort of thing, so he could only brace himself and go along with it.
Lin Ruoxi chuckled. "Is it that serious? Not many people pursue me."
"No way! Not many people pursue you? In this Fitness Club, surely all the guys’ eyes are on you, right?"
"Nonsense. Li Xue has a great figure and is very pretty too, you know," Lin Ruoxi said with a smile, then asked, "So, is Mr. Luo’s gaze also on me then?"
"Not at all! You were looking at Li Xue, weren’t you?" Lin Ruoxi said, smiling.
"Heh, if I hadn’t been paying attention to you, how would I have known the delivery was yours?" Luofeng chuckled.
"Oh? Then how did Mr. Luo figure it out? Such keen observation skills?" Lin Ruoxi was genuinely curious now.
"Because the look in your eyes when you see food is a dead giveaway! You can’t hide that foodie spirit!"
Lin Ruoxi giggled again and, without a word, gave him an attractive eye-roll.
He had no idea that from a Beauty like her, such an eye-roll could be so full of charm, utterly captivating.
The two of them were Chatting quite happily. Luofeng knew her wish list, so he could grasp many of her inner thoughts. Consequently, he skillfully avoided her "buttons" and said exactly what she wanted to hear.
Oh no... Eating during work hours, and the boss lady is here!
Just then, Lin Ruoxi glanced towards the entrance of the Fitness Club and instantly tensed up like a startled bird. She knew all too well how fierce the boss lady could be. Eating crawfish on the clock... I’m going to get chewed out for sure. To think I was so hungry I actually ditched a few wealthy clients to sneak off to the rest area for crawfish!
"Lin Ruoxi, what are you doing here? You’re not off duty yet, and you’re already eating?" Zhang Lan strode towards Lin Ruoxi and Luofeng, her stiletto heels clicking sharply, her gaze piercing.
Lin Ruoxi quickly wiped the grease from her mouth and pulled off her plastic gloves, bracing herself for the inevitable scolding.
But Luofeng had already glanced at Zhang Lan’s wish list, intending to use it to help Lin Ruoxi defuse this crisis.
[1. I so badly want to find a strong man to rely on. Managing this Fitness Club all by myself is hard, and business is so good that rival businesses are incredibly envious... they’re always stirring up trouble for me.]
[2. If I can’t have a strong man, at least let my Fitness Club attract more formidable regular clients...]
[3. Sell 500 membership cards this month.]
So, she’s a single female boss, is she? And longing for the protection of someone strong? Luofeng mused.
Then he glanced at the wish list hovering above Lin Ruoxi’s head: [1. Please don’t dock my pay, please don’t dock my pay, I’m begging you, my dear boss lady!]
Without hesitation, Luofeng used the "Imperial Scion Temperament Card."
Instantly, an invisible Shenlong coiled around his entire body, spiraling upwards before vanishing above his head.
"Are you the owner of this Fitness Club?" Luofeng spoke up, taking the initiative to greet Zhang Lan and effectively interrupting her before she could reprimand Lin Ruoxi. "Hello, I’m Luofeng."
"Oh, Mr. Luo, hello." Zhang Lan shook his hand. But as she looked up properly at him, she froze.
Good heavens! This man’s aura... How could one even describe it? Even those celebrated heirs of tycoon families, the ones everyone fawns over at top-tier galas, none she’d ever glimpsed possessed such a powerful, dominant presence. This kind of aura... It was simply indescribable. Zhang Lan was utterly astonished.
She was deeply skeptical. Could he truly be the scion of a prominent family? It was a strong suspicion, but still just a guess. What if he was an actor? After all, for actors, isn’t projecting a certain kind of aura second nature? If one could judge identity by aura alone, then for someone like Uncle Daoming, wouldn’t you have to proclaim ’May our Emperor live forever!’ every time you saw him?
However, in the next moment, Zhang Lan’s eyes fell upon the watch on Luofeng’s wrist.