Boss Lu: A reborn life is destined to be without regrets!-Chapter 52 - 48. Adler’s Teleology: Gambler’s Black Hole

"[I’ve received at least a hundred private messages like yours on Weibo today.]"

Walking back to his dorm in the evening breeze, Mr. Lu finally had the time to reply to Mou Keyan’s WeChat message.

He tended to suppress pretty girls surrounded by bootlickers like her, out of habit.

There was no helping it; he had seen too many of this type in his previous life, so it had become a reflex reaction.

In fact, he couldn’t wait to sign Mou Keyan!

Her senior sister had a beautiful face, a bewitching figure, and a truly distinctive style.

Among the hundreds of private messages, he couldn’t find another with conditions superior to hers.

Dorm 16, Room 302.

Dressed in a black lace nightgown, Mou Keyan sat with her shapely and long legs crossed under her desk, the foot hanging in the air occasionally giving a gentle shake, the big toe hooked around the flip-flop, creating an enticing upward arch at the tip of her foot.

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Lu Jincheng’s reply was somewhat unexpected; her cherry lips pursed tightly, stopping the relaxed movements she had been making.

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[Junior~ That’s because we’re closer, so let me cut in line~]

She had been praised all her life and rarely rejected, so Lu Jincheng’s suppressive tone was especially glaring on the screen.

[Show me your sincerity first.]

Lu Jincheng quickly replied.

[What sincerity?]

Mou Keyan’s eyes swirled, not quite understanding Lu Jincheng’s meaning.

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Lu Jincheng had no reservations, opening up the spicy body shots he had received on the official Weibo during the day, picking a few with prominent curves, and sent them all to Mou Keyan.

Everyone’s a smart cookie, senior sister, I think you understand what I mean, right?

[...]

Mou Keyan, having received the messages, was at a loss for words for a long time.

For a contract with Golden Stone studio, could people really go this far?

Should she make a small sacrifice, sending seductive selfies?

Lu Jincheng’s series of wordplays successfully created an illusion for Mou Keyan.

That was, he truly had the Golden Touch.

Not only that, there were tons of girls who actively wanted to sign with him, each with their own full sincerity!

Finished, it wasn’t time for her to hesitate or to maintain a superior stance.

To be thoughtfully promoted by his studio.

She had to seize this opportunity!

Within three exchanges of the chat, Mr. Lu easily ignited the desires deep within Mou Keyan’s heart.

What are desires?

There’s a phrase that crudely points straight to the essence—"What’s unattained is always in turmoil."

The essence of desire is to fill oneself, to possess what is not yet possessed, to climb heights not yet reached, to constantly expand the boundaries of one’s life.

Mou Keyan saw the potential for continued explosive popularity; she wanted it, yet Lu Jincheng plainly told her that there were hundreds of private messages like hers.

Forget it.

If they can do it, why can’t I?

She took a deep breath, stood in front of the floor mirror in her dorm, raised her phone and snapped a shot, sending it swiftly to Lu Jincheng.

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In the photo, she appeared with natural beauty, lips red and teeth white, her wavy hair tied up high, and the hem of her nightgown teasing the sight of half her smooth, well-proportioned leg, subtly sexy without being overt.

[You truly are an exclusive sight to behold, very pretty.]

Lu Jincheng immediately affirmed.

Continuing, like a devil luring her towards the forbidden fruit, he sent several more messages.

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[Your sincerity still isn’t quite enough, look at these photos, others have taken them in black stockings just for me.]

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How annoying!

Other underclassmen always spoke to her with utmost caution, why was he so presumptuous?

It was already good enough that she sent them, and now he was being picky!

He wanted photos in black stockings?

How irritating Lu Jincheng was!

Mou Keyan pouted her cherry lips slightly, anger puffing in her chest, rising and falling.

But still, she didn’t immediately say no to Lu Jincheng.

The reason was simple; under Mr. Lu’s step-by-step chatting strategy, the moment Mou Keyan sent a selfie in her nightgown, she had already fallen into the gambler’s fallacy.

Once a person has a certain goal, they start investing, and if the return doesn’t meet expectations or doesn’t proportionally match the investment, people instinctively continue to invest, falling into a vicious cycle and getting in deeper and deeper, unable to extract themselves.

In economics, it’s called sunk cost, and in the realm of intimate relationships, it’s referred to as the gambler’s fallacy.

Some people in the world, like certain gurus or sect founders, use the gambler’s fallacy to control the hearts of people.

Their methods are simple; they set a gradual gradient of contribution requirements. Once their followers take that simple first step, in order to receive the leader’s feedback, they naturally take the second step. The more they contribute, the more they hope to get feedback from it, and as a result, they become more loyal and obedient to the leader.

Some entrepreneurs paint big visions to guide their employees into continuous investment, utilizing the gambler’s fallacy. When a scoundrel deceives multiple women for money and affection, why do these women willingly give up their money?

Because they too have fallen into the gambler’s fallacy, refusing to face that they’ve fallen in love with a con artist.

"Black stockings... black stockings, huh?"

Mou Keyan couldn’t help but open her wardrobe and flip out a pair of black stockings from Balenciaga.

Logically speaking, as someone who frequently performed high-frequency dance movements in a women’s troupe, she seldom bought stockings at this price since they easily ripped.

But these were a gift from Deng Yuan, which was a different matter.

The pack of stockings had remained unopened till now. Deng Yuan had broached the topic several times, asking why she didn’t wear them, eager to see their true form, but she had always deflected with an excuse.

As the giver of the gift, he didn’t even have the courage to ask Mou Keyan to put them on for him to see.

And now an underclassman was getting a free eyeful...

Mou Keyan opened the package and leaned against a chair, lifting the hem of her nightgown so that her legs and buttocks were on a level plane.

She first stepped her feet into the stockings, then her fingers slowly glided over the black silk, inching them up from her ankles to her thighs.

So silky!

Pure silky pleasure!

These Balenciaga stockings were made from top-tier silk fabric, smooth and delicate to the touch, fitting her legs like a second layer of skin.

The black color was deep and glossy, as if absorbing all the light, making her legs look even longer and more slender among the interplay of light and shadow.

The space beneath her skirt was perfectly concealed, delicate lace trim embellished her ankles, adding an extra touch of feminine softness and allure.

Looking at herself in the mirror, Mou Keyan’s cheeks flushed, her eyes sparkled, ripples of emotion surged in her heart, and her body seemed to respond in a wonderful way.

What am I...

What am I even doing...

Feelings of embarrassment and stimulation raced across her body like ants, the Jinlang Dance Troupe leader who had attended countless performances never felt stage fright.

For the first time, she wanted to lower her head in front of the mirror.

A fair little hand picked up the phone from the table again, trembling slightly.

The shutter clicked, her heartbeat thumping wildly.

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[Is my sincerity enough this time?]

"Miao Miao, what on earth are you doing?"

A little head peeked out from the bed canopy, her roommate curiously widened her eyes.

Then, like a seasoned fisher catching onto something, Jiang Yu suppressed her laughter and pointed to the adjacent wardrobe.

"Not professional at all, you should have matched it with a suspender belt before taking the photo!"

Oh my god, was Mou Keyan really taking a risqué selfie wearing a miniskirt and black stockings for a man?

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