A second chance with my billionaire husband

Liang Wenrou wasn’t interested in the entertainment industry’s inside stories; she just wanted to act well. However, when Mai Zheng was mentioned, there was a sparkle in her eyes, like a little fan who worships her idol.

"Mai Zheng, ah, I really like listening to his songs. Not only is he handsome, but he’s also very talented."

Lau Xiang glanced at her with a smile: "So, during tonight’s dinner, you must build a good relationship with the boss of Starlight Entertainment. Appropriately reveal a bit of your identity. Not only will they not make things difficult for you, but considering Liang Group’s influence, they’ll probably show you some courtesy. This can avoid a lot of trouble."

Hong Kong is such a small place; you see people everywhere you go. Smart people always leave themselves a way out.

Liang Wenrou nodded thoughtfully, but in reality, she didn’t take it to heart. She subconsciously turned her head again to look in the direction of that man, only to find that his figure had already disappeared.

She hurriedly stood up, startling Lau Xiang, who immediately pulled her back: "What’s wrong?"

Liang Wenrou saw the man heading towards the restroom and said impulsively, "I... I want to go to the bathroom."

"I’ll go with you." Fearing she’d encounter fans, although Liang Wenrou wasn’t famous enough for that yet, having taken the sponsor’s money, she had to be flawless.

Liang Wenrou shook her head: "No need, it’s first class here. Nothing will happen."

Lau Xiang thought it over and agreed. Following the young lady around had its perks — always top-tier settings wherever they went. Who could blame her for having a wealthy father?

Lau Xiang put on her headphones, snuggled into her seat, took a sip of red wine, and leisurely closed her eyes.

Liang Wenrou quietly followed behind, only to see the man walk to the lounge area, leaning casually against the door frame, long legs casually bent. White shirt, black trousers, tall and slender, in the fleeting exterior lights, he appeared exquisite and handsome, with a kind of pure and clean aura, making one unable to look away.

Liang Wenrou was mesmerized. She had never seen such a man. At this moment, she clearly heard the chaotic sound of her heartbeat.

Sometimes love comes without warning, hitting her hard when she wasn’t prepared at all, catching her off guard.

She calmed her flustered and nervous heartbeat, with the most innocent and sweet smile on her face, about to step forward, when she was suddenly bumped into. If not for her quick reflexes, she would have embarrassingly fallen to the ground.

A young boy turned his head with a smile: "Sorry." What kind of person bumps into someone and remains so arrogant, but she maintained a graceful yet polite smile, and before she could speak, the boy turned and ran off.

Only to see the boy run to the man, say something with a grin, the man’s attractive brows slightly frowning, he glanced disdainfully at the boy beside him, though saying nothing, the hint of a smile at the corner of his lips betrayed his true inner emotions.

The man’s smile was like the warm sun breaking through the clouds. Even though he was expressionless, she found it incredibly warm, as if it instantly illuminated her dark world.

At that moment, her heartbeat became even more intense.

She lifted a hand to her chest, feeling the chaotic heartbeat, glancing at the man, a secretive and shameful excitement suddenly emerging inside her.

"Brother, you’ve caused another love debt." Yan Ke raised an eyebrow, looking as if he was glad it wasn’t his problem.

Yan Song gave him a cold glance, kicking over: "Get lost."

Yan Ke swiftly dodged, saying with a cheeky grin: "Look over at your two o’clock position, even a fool can see those affectionate eyes. You’ve attracted another girl just a few hours out; oh, today’s girls are so oblivious, enamored by your shallow appearance. There’s a saying, you know: ’You know a face but not the heart.’ They don’t realize, under your handsome facade, you’re just a womanizer...."

Yan Ke was just a fast talker; if Yan Song had ever taken his words seriously, he’d have shut him down long ago. So, Yan Ke babbled on for ages, and Yan Song’s expression remained unchanged, not even glancing in the direction Yan Ke pointed to, standing tall with an aura of unapproachability.

"If Sister Yun Ya finds out, haha... you’re done for." Yan Ke laughed mischievously.

Yan Song gave him a chilly look, making Yan Ke shiver, but on the surface, he defiantly stared back.

Then he turned and playfully winked at the young girl, making her blush deep red and shyly lower her head.