Chapter 43: Right and Wrong

Walked out of the building.

Li Luo squinted upward.

The glass curtain wall outside the building shimmered, just as Wu Dun had been moments ago—radiating grandeur.

He had dealt with the guy three times before; the fellow always smiled, playing the role of a kind-hearted man, and during the barbecue night negotiations, he had gained the upper hand, momentarily making him forget the man’s true background.

This wasn’t just a film company boss.

He had been.

No, the guy was now a towering figure in the underworld.

He was at home in both worlds.

The female secretary had merely said something she shouldn’t have.

And was thrown out on the spot.

Such cold, ruthless behavior gave Li Luo a certain shock.

He realized that if not for his relationship with Xu Qing, Wu Dun would never have been so accommodating—and he finally understood one truth: vines clinging to great trees are always battered by wind and rain.

Only by becoming a great tree himself.

Could he become the one who shaped others’ fates!

He clenched his fists tightly and strode toward the Mercedes G-Class parked by the roadside.

Closed the car door.

Tossed the items in his hand onto the passenger seat.

He didn’t rush to start the car; with a thought, a seven-colored shimmer instantly coalesced into a panel before his eyes.

Since last night.

His personal panel had changed again.

Below the attributes, a brand-new skill had appeared.

Beginner Equestrianism.

It was a highly useful skill, especially now that wuxia dramas were popular—no matter which kind of hero, riding a horse was basic training; the difference between riding real horses and fake ones on screen was stark.

The former was infinitely more stylish!

Earlier, on the set of The Smiling, Proud Wanderer, Li Luo had undergone group equestrian training with others.

But it was only superficial learning.

After all, it wasn’t one-on-one specialized training, so he couldn’t claim any real proficiency.

Later, the scenes of galloping horses on TV were achieved by selecting the gentlest horses and adding speed effects in post-production.

Since obtaining the skill last night, fragments of riding experience had continuously merged into his mind.

Now, he had fully mastered it.

He longed to rush to a stable and test his skills immediately.

He could feel that while he couldn’t yet perform overly flamboyant moves on horseback, he could certainly whip and spur the horse with confidence.

He shut off the panel, patted the steering wheel with full confidence.

With the system’s support.

He would one day become a towering tree.

Wu Dun’s achievements? One day, he might reach them too—if he lacked even this confidence, he might as well have never been born!

He drove back to Beiying Village, took up a copy of The Heaven Sword and Dragon Saber he’d bought on the way, and headed toward campus.

He signed the contract during lunch break.

He still had a big class in the afternoon.

He had to take on jobs, but couldn’t neglect his studies—he also needed time to read the original novel carefully.

The script would surely differ from the novel, but Li Luo always believed studying the original helped him understand the characters better; playing two roles this time was a challenge for him.

The more he studied, the more confident he’d be in performance.

“Beep-beep~”

Not far from the campus gate, several sharp honks made him stop.

Beneath the shade of trees.

Parked a black Audi.

Through the clean front windshield, he saw a woman wearing a mask staring fixedly at him; though at a distance, he recognized her instantly as Yu Feihong.

He hesitated slightly.

Li Luo turned his steps and strode toward the Audi.

After the intermittent storm of passion, he slipped back to his room at five a.m., but when he woke again, Yu Feihong was gone—originally planning to find her after class today for a proper talk.

Unexpectedly, she had come to him now.

Pulled open the door and slid into the passenger seat.

The car was filled with a faint perfume scent, soothing music flowing from the speakers like a spring.

Compared to the Mercedes G-Class, this car was far more comfortable.

Li Luo felt calm and unhurried.

He even had the leisure to savor the different sensations the two cars gave him.

What happened last night, no matter how you looked at it, was mutual—from the initial tacit acceptance to later active participation, he felt no hint of reluctance, so there was no need to worry.

The only thing to consider was how to keep her around.

To be honest.

He quite liked this icy beauty.

Li Luo quickly met her gaze; they stared at each other.

Neither spoke first.

He organized his thoughts internally while observing Yu Feihong.

Unlike yesterday, this woman was now fully covered, her composed face unusually cold and aloof, arms crossed tightly, leaning back against her side of the door.

According to psychological knowledge.

This was body language full of resistance, indicating she wanted no closeness.

Yet this icy beauty.

Last night had been like a volcano—fiery, and like a flood—overflowing.

Almost overwhelmed Li Luo.

He had used every trick just to subdue her.

What game was she playing now!

“Li Luo.”

After a moment of silence, Yu Feihong said coolly: “About you and Xu Qing, I won’t tell anyone. What happened last night never happened—it was a mistake.”

As she spoke, her arms tightened across her chest.

Far from the calm she pretended.

From the moment she saw his figure appear, her heart had begun pounding wildly.

When he got into the car.

Last night’s scenes flashed through her mind like slides.

That solid muscle.

The scent of masculine hormones.

And.

That powerful, storm-like...

She bit her lip hard, quickly shaking off those thoughts, maintaining her expressionless facade.

It was a feeling she hadn’t experienced in a long time.

Or rather.

A feeling she had never experienced before.

But he was much younger than her, and unquestionably tied to Xu Qing—no matter how she looked at it, she kept urging herself to walk away.

“What is right?”

Li Luo leaned closer, staring into Yu Feihong’s eyes: “And what is wrong?”

As his body drew nearer.

He clearly saw the panic in her eyes.

He gained confidence, pressing forward boldly: “Life is only a few decades long—why worry so much about right and wrong? I only want to tell you one thing.”

Eye to eye, gaze to gaze.

Their noses nearly touched; Yu Feihong helplessly pressed her hands against his chest.

“If you want to run.”

Li Luo’s voice was soft, yet resolute: “If you want to run, even if you flee to the ends of the earth, I will find you.”

At this moment, he had to be dominant.

This was the precious lesson he’d learned from last night’s firsthand experience!

After a slight pause.

His lips gently pressed down.

Yu Feihong’s already fragile mental defenses shattered instantly like dry grass before a storm.

She responded without restraint.