Chapter 10: Please Address Lu Hui as Mrs. President…

Lu Hui’s face remained expressionless, but her mind was a stampede of thoughts.

She decisively refused, “No need.”

Her tone was too severe, more like she was addressing a sworn enemy than a stranger. Weighing her words, she added, “Thank you, but I have clothes to wear.”

Did you hear that?!

She had her own!

Xie Ran used to be normal—every bit the cold, ruthless, and decisive corporate overlord.

Lu Hui remembered him as someone who cut ties with anyone without hesitation. This current behavior of his was unprecedented.

Xie Ran stayed close by, his deep and unreadable gaze making her feel incredibly uneasy.

Given Xie Ran’s high status, there were plenty of eyes following his every move, and soon, those gazes shifted toward the woman at his side. Lu Hui felt increasingly uncomfortable under their scrutiny.

She moved to a quiet corner. “Mr. Xie, could you stop following me?”

“Don’t be mad, and don’t avoid me.” His eyes remained locked onto her, like a crocodile fixated on its prey, unwilling to look away.

They say people with sanpaku eyes are cold and ruthless.

Lu Hui was starting to feel annoyed. Pretending to have amnesia didn’t seem like a long-term solution.

Xie Ran wasn’t just any madman—he was a highly intelligent one. His words suggested that he had already seen through her act.

Lu Hui thought, maybe she should just ask him directly—what exactly does he want? Was it really worth chasing her from another world just to torment her? She was already dead; why couldn’t he let her go?

Lu Hui said, “Mr. Xie, I’m not mad.”

After a pause, Xie Ran suddenly began telling a story. “I once hurt a girl who liked me a lot. She was my girlfriend for a year and a half, my fiancée. I forced her to dig out her own kidney to save another woman.”

Lu Hui: “…”

Xie Ran took a step forward, closing the distance between them. “She was foolish, easy to deceive, and had a gentle temper. It didn’t take much to coax her back whenever she was upset. At the time, I thought I still had a chance to make it up to her, but not long after, she fell ill and passed away.”

Almost right in front of him.

Lu Hui: “…”

So what?

Was his deep-seated resentment all because he never got the chance to call her an idiot to her face?

Xie Ran kept watching her expression. “I spent a long time unable to accept that reality.”

A life for a life.

When he was at his darkest, he had stormed into a hospital like a lunatic, eerily calm—like a dead man walking. He demanded the doctors remove his organs, as if that could settle his debt.

The doctors thought he was insane and refused. Xie Ran grabbed a scalpel from the operating room and started stabbing his own chest.

After they saved him, the first thing he said was, “Why did you save me?”

The only person who could’ve saved him was already gone—because of him.

Lu Hui was speechless.

Xie Ran told his story like it was some tragic, heart-wrenching love affair.

What the hell.

She was struggling to keep up the act. After two seconds of deliberation, she said, “My condolences.”

—

While Xie Ran was caught up entertaining sycophants, Lu Hui seized the chance to slip away.

She had no desire to be in the spotlight tonight, yet she had already attracted too much attention. Everyone had eyes; they could see how Xie Ran treated her.

To bystanders, there was clearly something going on between them. Apparently, her beauty wasn’t completely useless.

Sensing the shift in dynamics, the socialites suddenly treated her like a valuable connection, speaking to her with a warmth more suited for close sisters.

“Miss Lu, I didn’t realize you and Mr. Xie were so familiar.”

“Not really.”

“I just saw Mr. Xie talking to you so happily…”

“That’s a misunderstanding. He was actually scolding me the whole time.”

The woman hesitated for a moment, unsure of what Lu Hui was playing at. She smiled. “Miss Lu, you’re joking, right?”

Lu Hui remained deadpan. “Not at all. He told me to drop dead.”

“…”

The woman was a wealthy socialite, someone with one foot already inside high society. She had humbled herself to befriend Lu Hui, but what the hell was this woman saying? Did she not know how to talk properly?

What exactly did Xie Ran see in her?

“Miss Lu, you’re quite humorous.” The woman forced a smile and pulled out her phone. “Since fate has brought us together, may I add you on WeChat?”

Lu Hui had had a bit too much to drink and was desperate to use the restroom. She pulled out her phone. “Scan me. Hurry up.”

The socialite felt a bit insulted but, seeing Lu Hui’s innocent expression, swallowed her annoyance.

After adding her, she said, “I’ve sent the request. Let’s keep in touch.”

Lu Hui, distracted, nodded. “Sorry, I need to use the restroom first.”

The woman looked at her still-pending friend request, feeling a mix of frustration and helplessness. She wanted to use Lu Hui to get closer to the Xie family, so she had to endure it.

Lu Hui hurried upstairs. The second floor had too many rooms, and she couldn’t immediately find a restroom.

She needed to ask someone—she wasn’t about to die from holding it in.

Most guests were downstairs, so the hallway was eerily empty.

Then, from around a corner at the end of the hall, she faintly heard voices.

She stepped closer, her heels sinking into the carpet, silencing her footsteps.

Two men stood a few meters away.

One of them leaned lazily against a door, his posture utterly relaxed, exuding an effortless air of dominance.

The carpet muffled her steps, allowing her to eavesdrop.

A slightly shorter man asked, “Cen-ge, what’s for a late-night snack? We should at least get some top-tier seafood.”

The other man chuckled, his voice deep and magnetic, dripping with nonchalance. “Eat shit.”

“I’ve eaten that before,” the first man shamelessly bragged. “Honestly? Not that great.”

Lu Hui immediately wanted to turn and leave.

What the hell was she ove rhearing?

Cen Yueze let out an impressed hum. “I underestimated you. That’s hardcore.”

Lu Hui silently agreed. What a brave soul.

She was so absorbed in listening that she accidentally muttered, “Holy shit.”

Both men turned to look at her.

Cen Yueze’s sharp, deep-set eyes locked onto her.

The other man, realizing he had just embarrassed himself, quickly said, “Cen-ge, I’m out.”

“Scram.”

Now, only the two of them remained.

Lu Hui had been about to ask for directions but, seeing Cen Yueze’s “don’t bother me” expression, decided against it.

He spoke first. “Who are you?”

“Innocent bystander.”

She was desperate to pee, but she needed to warm him up before asking for directions.

She put on a fake smile and said, “Your buddy is something else. Truly remarkable.”

Cen Yueze smirked—a dangerously beautiful expression. His sharp brows and deep eyes could kill. “He is.”

Lu Hui decided it was time to ask.

But before she could, he suddenly said, “I remember who you are.”

Wow.

Lu Hui humbly said, “I am indeed a rising star in the entertainment industry.”

She figured she had gotten quite popular lately.

Her first real-life fan encounter—how exciting.

She was down-to-earth. “Want an autograph?”

Cen Yueze’s tone remained cold and precise. “Xie Ran’s lapdog.”

Lu Hui: “???”

Lu Hui: “???”

Lu Hui: Motherf—.