Boss Lu: A reborn life is destined to be without regrets!-Chapter 302 - 227. What is a sales script?

Mr. Lu did not stay overnight in Building 6.

Tonight, he fulfilled all the duties of a boyfriend: feeding the cat, cooking, keeping company, and reaching the peak of emotional value.

At the sweet peak of their time together, he chose to withdraw first.

Of course, this wasn’t just because the timing, location, and coordination weren’t perfect tonight, or because he hadn’t prepared the props in time.

Moreover, he needed to gradually get Guan Yongyi accustomed to intimacy.

Having been tightly bound since childhood and always keeping a clear distance from boys, dealing with such a girl required a slow and gradual approach.

Otherwise, like a spring, if suppressed too heavily and then released too suddenly, it is prone to lose its elasticity.

Guan Yongyi was different from the other two close female friends; she was thoroughly conservative.

Zhong Ruixi was generous and passionate, straightforward in her actions and decisions. She wasn’t overly reserved nor did she like to hide her needs.

Zhou Sinin, on the other hand, was more like an intermediate state.

Like most girls, somewhere between conservative and passionate, showing rejection and modesty when intimate, yet also enjoying with murmurs and squinting eyes.

But Guan Yongyi was somewhat different.

If Mr. Lu wasn’t so experienced and exactly her ideal type, even if they confirmed their relationship, there probably wouldn’t be any progress in a year or even longer.

For a girl like her, it was right to push forward little by little, going with the flow, accumulating over days and months, like boiling a frog in warm water.

Pushing too fast would only make her uncomfortable.

Besides, Mr. Lu wasn’t in a rush, having his needs met.

...

Turning a corner, he was back at his own place.

"You’re back~"

Tonight, Mou Keyan wasn’t live streaming. Dressed casually in pajamas and slippers, she came out of the bedroom, her eyes sparkling bright.

"No live stream today?"

Lu Jincheng switched shoes, eyeing his senior’s attire, curious.

"No, I was actually in my room getting ready to sleep, but came over in the middle of the night to share some gossip!"

"Shocking news!"

Mou Keyan giggled, taking the man’s thick coat, dutifully hanging it on the rack, her bell-like voice filling the living room.

"Oh?"

Lu Jincheng got curious as well.

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"Tonight, it seems Qiang Zhihao had an epiphany. He came to look for Jiang Yu under our dorm building!"

Mou Keyan pulled her boss into the sofa, handing him a slice of cut fruit.

"Ah?"

Lu Jincheng widened his eyes.

"Jiang Yu seemed a bit scared, you understand, right? So, she dragged me along, and then I was right there, witnessing a real drama."

The senior pursed her lips, her expression a mix of complexity and relief, then added.

"Anyway, you don’t have to worry about Qiang Zhihao taking revenge on Jiang Yu or rush to implement the moral clause in the contract to separate from her. She’s still one of the main supports for the Panda channel, and she can continue making money for the company."

"What happened?"

Lu Jincheng got even more curious, not even minding the fruit, and turned to embrace Miao Miao’s shoulder.

"Hurry up and tell me!"

"It went like this..."

Mou Keyan, with her slender legs crossed, began to recount the tale to her boss.

...

For Qiang Zhihao, tonight was somewhat magical.

He gathered all his courage, wanting to clarify things face-to-face with Jiang Yu.

Indeed, when he saw everything on Jiang Yu’s phone, his emotions had collapsed on the spot.

He had wanted to confront Jiang Yu with tear-filled eyes but was cut off as she snatched the phone away, leaving him with eight cold words:

"You don’t respect me at all!"

With a belly full of grievances and no way to vent, Qiang Zhihao walked back to his dorm, despondently disturbed by Liu Yisheng’s debate topics.

As a result, they fought uncontrollably, and even though later at the barbecue stall he and Liu Yisheng cleared up their misunderstanding, he still harbored resentment.

He didn’t blame Liu Yisheng; he blamed Jiang Yu entirely.

So, after stewing for a while, he decided he still needed to face Jiang Yu and speak clearly.

"You..."

"I don’t want to argue so much with you, Qiang Zhihao."

Unexpectedly, when Qiang Zhihao saw her, before he could get a few words out, his presence was completely overwhelmed by Jiang Yu.

"Do you think you really love me?"

"Yes, you do have some money, but he’s definitely not a rich man, and I, Jiang Yu, am not someone who despises the poor and loves the rich; he is just more considerate towards me than you are!"

Qiang Zhihao was momentarily lost for words, staring at the confident Jiang Yu, who stood with her arms crossed.

"You would go for a snack worth several hundred yuan, and if you run out of money, you would feign ignorance, but he wouldn’t."

"Because between late-night snacks and me, he thinks of me; he supports my career, and with the rest of the money, he’d rather go hungry himself and come to support me in the live streaming."

"You don’t know how to take care of someone; what I want is favoritism. You are looking for a promise and a final result; I want to see sincerity during the process, so we’re not suited."

In the evening breeze, Jiang Yu was still wearing her figure-revealing outfit, her eyes slightly red.

"I will not be a giant in words and a dwarf in actions; I always believe that when someone says they love their partner, their actions will not lie."

"Girls often care not about the value of the gift but how much thought you’ve put into it for me. It’s like me casually saying that autumn and baked sweet potatoes go well together, and in the evening, I see baked sweet potatoes on the table."

"At that moment, the baked sweet potato and the rockets in the live room hold the same value, and he is the top protector—I would be the happiest child in the world."

"So do you really think you love me? I don’t think so; you seem to always want to force me into making it official, using an unfounded title to determine whether or not I love you."

"Childish."

Jiang Yu gave him a disdainful glance.

"To love someone is to show it in their actions and life; I’m not willing to make a public spectacle of a situation that leads nowhere."

"He has supported me so much, and I haven’t even once called him ’husband,’ nor have I let him hold my hand!"

"And you? Don’t you know the progress with me? And yet you question my feelings!"

"I..."

Qiang Zhihao was completely shut down.

His understanding momentarily faltered, and his emotions were stirred up by just a few phrases from Jiang Yu. His face flushed red, not knowing what to say.

"I still say the same thing: in this relationship, I don’t feel like you like me much, so perhaps we really aren’t suitable."

Jiang Yu’s sharp words, self-consistent logic, and a perfect closed loop almost instantly defeated Qiang Zhihao.

He stuttered, subconsciously beginning to justify himself.

Self-justification is a trap into which men willingly fall.

"No, I love you, Sister Yu, I really love you..."

"You love me, yet you snatch my phone in public and lose your temper with me? Do you understand the situation at all?"

"I’m sorry... I’m really sorry..."

Tears were in his eyes.

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