The Martial Artist Turned Movie Mogul
Chapter 778 - 777. Do you like red roses?

Chapter 778: 777. Do you like red roses?

"Tang Shu will be out soon. Why didn’t President Jing come to watch the play today?"

"Had some matters this morning, I will bring my mother along next time to support the event."

"...???"

Holy crap, are we at the stage of meeting the parents already?

Luo Lin’s professional smile nearly cracked!

"That’s how it is. We still have a few VIP tickets at the company; next time I’ll have Tiantian bring them to President Jing."

By her side, Yang Tiantian looked up at the azure sky in confusion, feeling that today’s Sister Luo was a bit off...

Wasn’t she always somewhat against the boss dating so early?

Why does it seem like her attitude has changed today!

***

Outside the theater.

When Tang Shu said farewell to Teacher Yan and walked out of the theater, what she saw was a trio chatting merrily, and in Luo Lin’s hand was a gilded, stiff piece of paper.

It looked like an invitation?

"Jing Yu, Sister Luo, what are you talking about?"

At that moment, Luo Lin’s eyes were smiling, completely devoid of the previous embarrassment and indignation.

"President Jing gave me a few invitations to the Cloudscape Group’s annual meeting, inviting me to bring a few artists from Starshine next month for a visit."

The Cloudscape Group’s annual meeting...

Tang Shu looked questioningly at Jing Yu, who nodded slightly and handed over the fiery red rose in his embrace.

"The Cloudscape Group holds an annual meeting every December, and apart from the internal staff, we also invite some outsiders to participate. Sister Luo can come and have fun at that time."

"Alright, President Jing, I will definitely be there that day."

Luo Lin squeezed the thickness of the invitation again, hmm... there should be about five or six, she could totally take a few artists to see the world, and maybe even meet quite a few investors in the industry. Just the thought of it was delightful.

"Tang Shu, President Jing, you two chat, I won’t disturb you anymore."

After receiving someone’s generosity, it’s good to read the room, right?

Luo Lin grabbed the daydreaming Yang Tiantian, "Come on, you take me back to Starshine Media first."

"Huh? Didn’t you drive here yourself, Sister Luo?"

"..."

This young girl, still too green!

Watching the two depart, Jing Yu pulled open the car door, "Let’s go."

"Going home?"

The term "home" added a touch of softness to Jing Yu’s usually stern features.

"Yes, but before we go back, let’s stop by the supermarket first."

"The supermarket?"

"To buy groceries."

On the way back, Tang Shu learned that Aunt Lin had recently returned home, and both Father Jing and Mrs. Jing were busy, leaving only one person at the Jing Family Villa.

"But I don’t know how to cook..."

The chef Yang Tiantian had already gone back to the company with Luo Lin, and from the looks of it, wouldn’t be back until the evening.

During the wait at the red light, Jing Yu in the driver’s seat looked at her, his dark eyes carrying a hint of amusement.

"I can."

Tang Shu felt slightly embarrassed, why did she sense a tease in his eyes?

Done for, her own weakness was completely exposed before him. How many more bouquets might she need to send to make up for it?

The Young Sect Master of the Tang Sect felt a bit anxious.

As the red light turned green, Jing Yu turned his head, with a new sparkle in his eyes, "To be fair, I can let you handle the task of selecting the vegetables."

Doesn’t that mean she could just order the dishes? What kind of task is that?

When Tang Shu stepped off the car with her mask on, she still felt that the allocation method was a bit strange.

It wasn’t until she placed a grass carp freshly killed by the chef into the shopping cart that Jing Yu paused, picking up some barbecue ingredients from the shelf next to them.

Tang Shu: "..."

She didn’t recall mentioning how she wanted to eat it?

Jing Yu smiled, "You seem to have a special fondness for the grilled fish from the restaurant in the eastern district, but I can’t guarantee the taste will be the same. Please be merciful when scoring, Miss Tang."

Tang Shu’s face turned red.

Ever since returning from the tropical rainforest, she always had this inexplicable feeling whenever she was with the person in front of her.

But it doesn’t seem like she’s the one pursuing the man in front of her now. According to netizens, should it be the other way around?

She was unsure if this mode of interaction was good or bad, or perhaps she should seek advice from the more experienced netizens online later on.

"Then you’ll have to work hard. I am very impartial, Mr. Jing."

"Alright, I will work hard."

***

The result of Jing Yu’s hard work was that as soon as he got home, he threw himself fully into the kitchen.

Tang Shu stood at the doorway and saw that there were already three or four types of vegetables lined up on the cutting board, while the male host, dressed in a white shirt paired with suit pants, was making crisscross cuts in the grass carp.

Not far away, the seasoning for grilling the fish purchased from the supermarket was also placed.

"Xiao Shu."

"Hmm?"

"Help me out."

As Tang Shu walked in, she saw him extending a hand towards her, and as she looked up, she met those deep black eyes.

"...Ahem, what do you need me to do?"

"The sleeves are too long, it’s not very convenient."

Jing Yu good-naturedly explained his current behavior and took the opportunity to put down the knife and extend his other hand to her as well.

Tang Shu hesitated for a moment, then reached out to unfasten the buttons at his wrists. As the sleeves were rolled up, his fairly pale arms were revealed, showing clear veins throbbing with a strong force.

"All set, do you... need an apron?"

She pointed to the SpongeBob apron hanging on the wall, feeling that the suggestion was a bit out of place.

To her surprise, Jing Yu simply looked up, nodded in response, and said, "That would be good, but I can’t really manage it with my hands, so I’ll need your help."

Tang Shu stood there silently for a moment before picking up the lady’s apron that belonged exclusively to Aunt Lin. Before she could act, Jing Yu had already raised his hands, which smelled faintly of fish, very cooperatively.

"..."

Why did she feel like she was being tricked?

At this point, Tang Shu’s usually brilliant brain was starting to crash. If he was doing this on purpose, it seemed like she was the one pursuing him. Doing it deliberately would suggest he had feelings for her too, right? If it was just a subconscious action, then she would have to try even harder in the future...

Wait, why is this more complicated than experimenting with herbal recipes?

Jing Yu looked down at Tang Shu, who was still tying the apron around him while lost in thought, and asked:

"Do you like red roses?"

"What?"

"The flowers I sent you, do you like them?"

"Those should have been bought by me for you."

This premise must not change!

Otherwise, would her efforts over the past few months be in vain?

Tang Shu lifted her chin and looked at him, her eyes filled with seriousness, and she confirmed repeatedly, "It’s always been you presenting borrowed flowers."

Jing Yu took in the visage close at hand, a faint scent of herbs tickling his nose, his eyes flickered and his Adam’s apple bobbed subtly. He tightened his hands slightly, suppressing the urge deep within to pull her into his embrace.

"Yes, I’ve been presenting borrowed flowers. Since they were chosen by you to give to me... then I suppose you must like them too."

Upon hearing his admission, Tang Shu let out a sigh of relief.

As for whether she liked the red roses... Hadn’t she chosen them because of the advice from those experienced netizens back then?