Chapter 78: Zhang Yue’s Plan for Revenge

Lu Siyuan's mind was in turmoil. Wei Xueying was discussing contract details with him, but her words went in one ear and out the other; he couldn't recall a thing she said.

He stared blankly at the lawn, his expression vacant, lost in thoughts no one could decipher.

"Young Master Lu? Young Master Lu?" It was only when Hua Tianyu waved his hand several times in front of his eyes that Lu Siyuan finally snapped out of his daze.

"Wha... what is it?" Lu Siyuan looked at Hua Tianyu with a touch of fear, as if this man was somehow his nemesis.

Hua Tianyu, smiling, gestured towards a man in a black tailcoat standing nearby. "It's not me; he's looking for you."

"Oh." Lu Siyuan stiffly turned his head. So it was the pianist he'd hired.

"What is it?" he asked.

"Young Master Lu, I protest!" the pianist declared angrily.

"Protest... about what?" Lu Siyuan's heart quivered. What new trouble was this pianist stirring up?

"Young Master Lu, before I arrived, it was agreed that I would play the Steinway grand piano inside the villa. Yet here I am, playing a Yamaha electric piano on the lawn! Out of respect for you, I've put up with it.

"And it was agreed beforehand that I would perform 'Für Elise' and 'Mariage d'Amour.' But now, do you know what they're asking me to play?"

"What?" Lu Siyuan was utterly bewildered.

"'Moonlight Over the Lotus Pond'! 'The Most Dazzling Folk Style'! This, I cannot tolerate! To ask a pianist of my stature to play such pieces—this is an insult!"

Lu Siyuan was speechless.

At the Taige Villa Restaurant in the city center, you want my pianist to play 'The Most Dazzling Folk Style'? Whose idea was this? Step forward—I promise I won't beat you to death!

Finally regaining his senses, Lu Siyuan began scanning the scene, desperate to find the culprit behind this ridiculous idea. What he saw made his heart lurch in fright.

The situation was completely out of control!

The security guards sipped red wine and ate steak, maintaining a semblance of decorum—except that one threw a punch into the air between bites. What was this, a street-side barbecue joint?

The cleaning ladies, with no background music, had formed small groups and began to dance on the lawn, lending a certain artistic ambiance—though their dance style seemed suspiciously similar to the public square dancers.

And what were those bowls in their hands? Bird's nest soup? Dancing a few steps and taking a sip—what was that even about?

So it was these ladies who asked my pianist to play 'The Most Dazzling Folk Style'? I... I can't possibly take them on!

The waiters were busier than ever, even the manager was carrying trays. As one of the city's most upscale restaurants, Taige Villa had wide spacing between tables and thus limited capacity. The crowd Hua Tianyu had brought had already far exceeded what they could handle.

The air was filled with a chorus of voices urging the kitchen to hurry.

"They've already finished that dish—why hasn't ours come yet?"

"Waiter, isn't this portion too small? Can we get a big bowl?"

"Waiter, bring another case of red wine!"

In their hearts, the manager and staff cursed a thousand curses. At this point, they'd mentally cursed the ancestors of Lu Siyuan, who'd booked out the place, eighteen times over.

This was Taige Restaurant! Go ask around—it's the most upscale, romantic eatery in Jiang City! Who serves foie gras in a giant soup bowl? What do you think this is, stir-fried pig liver at home? Who orders Bordeaux by the case? What is this, supermarket beer? And that person demanding Boston lobster—nearly a hundred all at once! What restaurant keeps that many lobsters in their tank? Do you think this is a crayfish stall?

Lu Siyuan, can you please explain just what kind of people you've brought here?

"Young Master Lu? Young Master Lu!" The pianist called out again, finally dragging Lu Siyuan's gaze back.

"Can you play it?" Lu Siyuan asked.

"...I can," the pianist hesitated, then admitted.

"Will you play it?"

"No!" the pianist refused without hesitation.

"Then you explain it to them yourself. I can't deal with this," Lu Siyuan replied dully, shaking his head.

The pianist was speechless.

"Young Master Lu!" came a sharp female voice from behind him.

Who? Who's calling me now?

Lu Siyuan's heart skipped another beat. He turned to see a flamboyant woman with a bare midriff and a tight skirt, holding a beautifully wrapped gift box in one hand and a microphone in the other.

Ah, it was Gu Yuanyuan, the B-list celebrity he'd hired. In her hands was the third surprise he'd prepared for Wei Xueying.

"Young Master Lu... Young Master Lu, can't you do something about them?" Gu Yuanyuan's voice was syrupy sweet, laced with a hint of seduction.

"What about them?" Lu Siyuan stared at her, bewildered, already numb from the day's shocks.

"They want me to do a pole dance! I'm too shy!" Gu Yuanyuan swayed her hips coquettishly, striking a tempting pose.

Beside them, Hua Tianyu was taken aback. Who on earth asked this woman to do a pole dance?

In public, no less—this was... actually, he thought, she really understood men. She deserved a drumstick as a reward later!

"It's those guys!" Gu Yuanyuan's eyes darted toward a few property maintenance workers, her pouting red lips glistening.

No wonder those guys were missing earlier! Hua Tianyu rubbed his forehead. But, as the saying goes, everyone has their specialty—ancient wisdom never lies!

In no time at all, those men had found a pole from somewhere and installed it firmly on the lawn. Two burly men even gave it a hard tug, and it didn't budge an inch.

Now, that's real professionalism!

"Can you dance?" Lu Siyuan asked.

"Of course, Young Master Lu, I even took special lessons..." Gu Yuanyuan set the gift box gently on the table in front of Lu Siyuan and Wei Xueying, inching ever closer to Lu Siyuan.

"Will you dance?"

"No, I only dance for you, Young Master Lu..." Gu Yuanyuan finally perched herself on Lu Siyuan's lap, wrapping her arms around his neck and wriggling against him.

"Get up!" Lu Siyuan shoved Gu Yuanyuan off and shot a furtive glance at Wei Xueying.

Though he'd been numbed by the day's chaos, Lu Siyuan hadn't forgotten his ultimate goal. Yet Wei Xueying seemed utterly indifferent to the scene between him and Gu Yuanyuan, her gaze fixed ahead, her face as cold and impassive as ever.

"Young Master Lu..." Gu Yuanyuan pouted at him coquettishly.

"Go on, do as you please. If you want to dance or not, explain it to them yourself. I can't deal with this." Lu Siyuan waved his hand, dismissing the clinging enchantress.

Gu Yuanyuan was left speechless.

"Young Master Lu," Wei Xueying rose from her seat and said, "Let's end things here for today. You don't seem in the mood for business. We can discuss the partnership another time."

Glancing at the chaotic scene and Lu Siyuan's distracted demeanor, she knew the negotiation had lost all meaning. Pragmatic as she was, she saw no point in wasting any more time.

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