Lu Chengwen was chatting with Caiyun and Zhuiyue.
Lu Chengwen took Zhuiyue's hand. "Xiaoyue, your hands are a little dry, aren't they?"
"Are they?"
"Yeah, but I've got just the thing."
"This is hand cream. Lots of big Hollywood stars use it. Julia Roberts uses this very one."
"Huh? She's so old."
"She'd look even older without it. This is why she looks so young. Come on, I'll put some on for you. Hold still. Ah, these little hands are so smooth..."
Zhuiyue blushed. "CEO Lu, I think... this might not be appropriate..."
"Who says? What's wrong with it?"
"Well... men and women shouldn't touch so casually. You're holding my hand..."
"Silly, what century are we in? What's wrong with holding hands? Someone holds your hand when you get a manicure, don't they?"
"But the people doing manicures are all women."
"Plenty of obstetricians are men these days. Don't be so old-fashioned. Besides, you know I don't have any bad intentions, right?"
"Actually, I'm not sure I do."
"Well, I've told you now, so you know, right?"
"I... know."
Caiyun pushed the door open. "Zhuiyue! What are you two doing!?"
Zhuiyue hurriedly pulled her hand away and sprang to her feet. "Caiyun... we... we weren't doing anything..."
"How could you let a man hold your hand?"
Zhuiyue said plaintively, "He was putting hand cream on it."
"What hand cream? He was obviously taking advantage of you!"
Lu Chengwen said, "Caiyun, are you in a bad mood today?"
"CEO Lu, we are the young master's personal guards. Men and women should keep a proper distance, so please conduct yourself accordingly. Where is our young master?"
"He went traveling."
"Traveling!?"
"Never mind that for now. You really do seem upset today."
"CEO Lu, you're the nephew of the honorary senior deputy dean,