Being flirted with? It was far from the first time!
With too many women throwing themselves at him, his assistant had long mastered the art of warding them off.
Lu Jianshen’s smile remained on his face, but he fell silent.
An assistant quickly approached: “Mr. Lu, your wife is on the phone!”
A faint smile touched Lu Jianshen’s thin lips as he took the phone, his hawk-like eyes tinged with a cool indifference: “My apologies!”
The blonde beauty watched helplessly as the 1.9-meter-tall, charismatic man walked away, her gaze lingering with burning intensity.
The tall assistant beside her spoke softly in Italian:
“Miss, please withdraw your gaze! Our Mr. Lu is not someone you can approach. Not even in your thoughts!”
The blonde beauty’s eyes flashed with pride.
This stretch of coastline wasn’t a place just anyone could access.
She was a well-known model in Italy. So far, she had only encountered men lining up to pursue her—never a man she couldn’t charm!
She quickened her pace, heading in the direction Lu Jianshen had left: “Hey, handsome! Wait up!”
Such a persistent woman!
The assistant’s eyes flickered, and four agile, robust men suddenly appeared, blocking the beauty’s path.
The assistant walked over with a smile:
“Miss, I warned you! Take a step back, and we each go our separate ways. Take a step forward, and one of those beautiful legs of yours might end up broken. What a pity!”
“……”!!! The blonde model ultimately didn’t take another step forward.
Among the four strong men, two were from the Italian Royal Army—she recognized the insignia on their uniforms!
Someone who could mobilize the Royal Army was indeed beyond her reach.
Watching the woman walk away, the assistant’s expression turned exceptionally stern:
“No unrelated individuals are to approach Mr. Lu again!”
“Yes!”
This was Lu Jianshen, the businessman—capable of affection yet devoid of sentimentality.
He only engaged in matters related to commercial value and social responsibility, never wasting a moment on meaningless pursuits.
And his private life? Without his permission, no one could come close!
Lu Jianshen specifically mentioned her teacher, Xie Mingchen, to Hua Rui during the call!
All of Xie Mingchen’s information had long been at his fingertips.
His vision and magnanimity wouldn’t allow him to indulge in something as useless as jealousy.
So, that very evening, Xie Mingchen received a call from a number consisting entirely of fives.
The man on the phone spoke in a deep, slightly husky, and pleasant voice, exuding the demeanor of a true gentleman:
“Hello, Teacher Xie! I am Hua Rui’s fiancé, Lu Jianshen.”
Xie Mingchen paused for a moment before replying in his usual gentle tone: “Hello, Mr. Lu!”
“Thank you for your guidance and companionship with Rui Rui over the past five years!”
The man’s voice was open and sincere.
A shadow flickered in Xie Mingchen’s eyes.
The man was telling him that he knew everything! Yet, with the magnanimous stance of a master, he forcefully expressed his gratitude.
“Mr. Lu is a busy man. If this call is merely to express your gratitude to me, it’s unnecessary!” Xie Mingchen’s tone was indifferent.
Lu Jianshen, of course, wouldn’t make a call without purpose.
“I apologize for the intrusion, but I do have a request. Rui Rui wants to promote the art of sugar figurines internationally. This task is far from simple and requires a knowledgeable guide who understands her well.
Teacher Xie, you are the most suitable person for this role!”
Xie Mingchen’s mastery of traditional Chinese painting was unparalleled among the younger generation in China.
Lu Jianshen’s attitude surprised him slightly.
Deep down, he felt a bit more favorable toward this son of China’s wealthiest family—a man whose name thundered across the nation yet remained elusive.
He hadn’t resorted to power to intimidate.
After all, he couldn’t be unaware of his own affection for Hua Rui.
He stood from a higher perspective—the origin of it all was simply because that little princess liked it.
“Thank you, Mr. Lu, for your trust in me! Hua Rui is my student, and I am duty-bound to help with her matters!” Xie Mingchen suddenly felt much more at ease.
“Then welcome, Teacher Xie, to further your studies in France. When you come, let’s have a meal together!”
“Alright!”
After hanging up the phone, Xie Mingchen felt an indescribable emotion.
That god-like busy man, Mr. Lu, was extremely attentive to Hua Rui’s affairs!
He should be happy for her, shouldn’t he? For that beautiful figure that lingered in his heart.
He missed her deeply! He thought of her every moment.
He thought of her soft voice calling him “Teacher Xie,” of her obediently eating the breakfast he made, of her long hair like seaweed, and the peach-blossom red like cinnabar…
Xie Mingchen turned on the gramophone and played some light Chinese-style music.
He walked to the desk, gently ground the ink, sat down, opened the Heart Sutra, picked up the brush, and began carefully copying it in delicate, flower-like calligraphy…
How could he resist the endless longing for her? He chose to copy Buddhist scriptures.
In emptying his mind, he purified his intense craving for her.
It turned out that for the little princess who occupied his heart, he could do anything!
“With a beloved, do joyful things—ask not whether it’s fate or calamity!” (I adore Tsangyang Gyatso’s words.)
…
On his first day in France, Lu Jianshen deliberately set aside half a day.
On the plane, he had already envisioned how to renovate the house in France to welcome the soon-to-arrive little friend, Hua Rui.
It was a prime location nestled between mountains and water, situated in Paris’s top-tier affluent district—a manor-style villa entirely crafted from rosewood.
A painting studio was a must, as this was Hua Rui’s specialty.
A collection room was also essential.
Lu Jianshen had a hobby of collecting, enjoying the acquisition of various jades, gems, diamonds, and rare, famous paintings.
From ancient times to the present, the rarest treasures in the world could all be found in his collection room.
And among the famous paintings he collected, he believed that little princess of Chinese painting would surely love them!
The estate’s butler, Mr. Steve, had long been the chief steward of this Rose Manor in France.
Lu Jianshen was often away and didn’t stay here frequently.
The Mr. Steve he trusted enough to entrust with everything was, of course, no ordinary figure.
He had once been a high-ranking officer in the peacekeeping forces—decisive, meticulous despite his rugged exterior, extremely tactful, and fiercely loyal!
“Mr. Lu!” A figure as imposing as an iron tower, cold and proud yet devout.
He immediately led all the household staff to line up and welcome Lu Jianshen’s arrival.
“Your Chinese language skills have reached level ten!” Lu Jianshen remarked with rare humor.
Steve smiled. Today, Mr. Lu seemed to carry a different air.
“Arrange for the third-floor rooms to be fully renovated, divided into three main sections: clothing, shoes, and accessories, in a new Chinese style, with details that highlight feminine beauty.”
Steve looked up, meeting Lu Jianshen’s sharp, hawk-like eyes, which now held an unusually rare tenderness.
Lu Jianshen was never one to casually reveal personal emotions.
When their gazes met again, the hawk-like eyes were already filled with sharpness.
Steve quickly bowed and excused himself, swallowing the curiosity that had risen to his lips!
This was a man whose efficiency was astonishingly high.
When Lu Jianshen was savoring tea in the manor’s garden, the designer and renovation craftsmen had already arrived, all within less than half an hour.
Sipping the Junshan Silver Needle tea from his cup, Lu Jianshen slightly moved his fingers, prompting his senior private assistant, Bing Yan, to approach with a bow.
“Purchase the current season’s collections from these brands and have the designer coordinate matching accessories. Deliver them as complete sets.
Additionally, instruct Louis to design ten sets of Chinese-style cheongsams according to these measurements!”
“Yes!”