Jiangzhou Grand Hotel.
The black Maybach slowly stopped. Lu Ye got out first, then turned and held a hand out toward the car.
Xie Lin raised an eyebrow.
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"Tsk, give me your hand."
"...Isn't that a bit too lovey-dovey?"
"Hurry up. Don't make me start talking dirty."
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At some point, talking dirty had become Lu Ye's way of threatening Xie Lin.
Resigned, he put his hand in Lu Ye's. It was immediately clasped tight, and the two slowly walked up the steps with their fingers interlaced.
At the hotel entrance, Fu Yunxi stood in a suit and polished shoes, barely a smile on his face. He forced himself to stay alert, looking as though he could barely go on living.
Lu Ye slipped an arm around Xie Lin's waist, relaxed and exuberant. He started calling out from a distance, as if afraid he wouldn't be heard.
"Film Emperor Fu, congratulations on your engagement!"
He paused briefly and glanced sideways at Xie Lin.
"Let me introduce you. My wife, Xie Lin."
The corner of Fu Yunxi's mouth twitched, his expression dark.
"No need to say more, President Lu. I've known Xie Lin longer than you have."
In the past, those words would always have brought out Lu Ye's hostility.
But this time-
Lu Ye's grin practically reached his ears.
"You heard too? My wife and I met over a decade ago. Back then, he was about-"
He raised a hand to demonstrate.
"Only this tall, right, honey?"
Xie Lin fought the urge to roll his eyes, thinking he should spare his alpha some dignity in front of others.
"Yes, I was a tiny little thing. As tall as a mole."
Then he viciously twisted the soft flesh at the man's waist and lowered his voice.