After the Divorce, I Could Hear the Voice of the Future-Chapter 87: The Fluttering Ripples of Life

Entering the private room, the girl took off her mask.

Her appearance was that of a rarely seen, Hong Kong-style mature beauty; with long and charming eyes, and thin lips with a clear shape.

Her smile was very infectious; when she wasn't smiling, paired with bright red lips, she exuded a beauty that was cold, stunning and distant.

Wang Xiaocong raised his eyebrows, finding her face familiar but couldn't recall where from. Lu Liang looked surprised, "Miss Wen, I didn't expect it to be you."

Last month, he and Su Wanyu went to see a few movies, and at the cinema, he saw a promotional poster for "EQUATOR", and he was astonished by Wen Shanshan's look.

A killer woman looking sexy and cold, with a swipe of red lipstick and wavy hair, topped off by a beauty mark that made her unforgettable.

Hearing the surname Wen, Wang Xiaocong also suddenly remembered, "You used to debut in a group with Yang Tianbao, right?"

Wen Shanshan's smile stiffened slightly, "Mr. Wang, you have a good memory, indeed there was such a thing."

Lu Liang smirked and changed the subject by raising his glass, "Let's drink, let's drink. EQUATOR, I've watched it several times. Miss Wen, your acting was really good, it's just a shame your role was too small."

He recognized Wen Shanshan only from the movie poster of EQUATOR, and knew nothing about her past.

But based on Wang Xiaocong's supplement that she had also debuted in a group with Yang Tianbao, combined with Wen Shanshan's reaction,

it wasn't hard to guess that this once united group had now disintegrated and perhaps even become enemies.

A single season of a running man show made Yang Tianbao incredibly famous, and his wedding of the century hadn't occurred yet, but he was already a household name.

In contrast, Wen Shanshan was neither here nor there, not even qualifying as a third-tier actress, relegated to playing bit roles in the Hong Kong circle.

Lu Liang hadn't watched "EQUATOR", but considering the cast with Zhazha Hui and God of Song, it likely was a classic Hong Kong-style male-centric film, with the female lead serving merely as eye candy.

Her past close friends and group members were now famous all over the South and North, but they didn't take her along for the ride. She must harbor some resentment.

Here was Lu Liang's opportunity.

Wang Xiaocong also realized the situation and, smiling cunningly, played the wingman, "Lu, didn't you invest in a few movies? Just make Miss Wen the lead in one of them."

Lu Liang sighed, "There has to be a suitable script. If it's a shoddy production, wouldn't that spoil Miss Wen's reputation among the mainland audiences?"

A smile was on Wen Shanshan's face; she had entered the industry at 14 and, after so many years, was not some naive little flower.

Small roles were indeed a pity, and needing a suitable script was their subtle hint to her.

Only she didn't yet know who Lu Liang was.

Wen Shanshan playfully reproached, "Sir, you know me, but I don't know you. That doesn't seem very fair, does it?"

"My apologies, my apologies, I got excited seeing Miss Wen and forgot to introduce myself."

Lu Liang smiled and self-punished with a toast, "I'm Lu Liang, from Tianxing Capital."

Wen Shanshan was surprised, "You are Mr. Lu? So young. Then why do they call you Uncle Lu?"

Although she mingled in the Hong Kong circle, she always aspired to break into the mainland market and enjoy the vast consumer bonus.

A few days ago, Lu Liang was the talk of the nation; anyone who went online heard of him, to some extent, but she hadn't expected him to be so young.

Wang Xiaocong, who was cuddling a girl in his arms, nearly hurt himself laughing, "Who told him to always act like an old cadre, never showing his face?"

Lu Liang glared at him, "Aren't you being a bit too talkative?"

Wen Shanshan covered her mouth with a giggle. After chatting for a while, her agent called, and she said, "Mr. Wang, Mr. Lu, I'm sorry, it's getting late; I have to leave now."

Lu Liang nodded, "Let me walk you downstairs."

"Thank you."

Outside the bar, they exchanged contact information, and Lu Liang watched Wen Shanshan get into a taxi and leave.

He then returned to the upstairs private room. Wang Xiaocong passed him a beer, grinning teasingly, "Are you interested in her?"

"A bit," Lu Liang admitted while drinking, unapologetic.

"I just remembered something. That woman doesn't seem like good news, the same mold as Yang Tianbao; both started as models, one made it, one didn't."

Wang Xiaocong recollected some past incidents; Wen Shanshan had apparently made inappropriate comments due to low EQ, nearly getting her blacklisted.

"That's something for her future husband to worry about, not me," Lu Liang said with a carefree laugh.

"That's true," agreed Wang Xiaocong, chuckling, "Just don't end up like Mr. Qin, who got cheated out of 45 million US dollars."

Recently in the Shanghai circle, there was a gossip-worthy incident when a second-generation rich kid was conned out of 45 million US dollars by a nobody. He had been warned that the woman was trouble, but he didn't listen.

Now, he was so ashamed he barely dared to show his face.

"Little Wang, I've been married; I have experience. It's you who should be careful."

"Don't worry; that will never happen to me. Also, don't you fucking call me Little Wang."

Wang Xiaocong's expression darkened, and he suddenly remembered Lu Liang had just lost a bet, and even though no stakes were placed, he had won after all.

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His lips curving up, sunglasses in place, he ascended to the DJ booth, transforming into the midnight DJ, "A martini each, Mr. Lu is picking up the tab."

Lu Liang couldn't help but laugh and cry, leaning against the second-floor railing, he raised his hand in response, "Put it on my tab."

Cheers filled the venue, and on the dance floor, countless young men and women excitedly screamed, arms raised high.

...

The next day, while Lu Liang was working out at the fitness center, he suddenly received a call from Wen Shanshan.

She said she was new to Modu and wasn't familiar with many places, asking if Lu Liang could show her around.

"I'm busy today."

Lu Liang said with a smile, gently declining. Wen Shanshan felt a wave of disappointment and was about to hang up when Lu Liang suddenly changed the subject, "Why don't you accompany me to look at cars first, and later I can take you around?"

Having had several social drinking events these days, as a law-abiding citizen, he couldn't drive after drinking.

He had to keep finding designated drivers or asking someone to drive for him, even Little Wang had reminded him that he should hire a driver.

To hire a driver, Lu Liang decided to buy another car.

"Reciprocity is only right," said Wen Shanshan, delighted, and she quickly agreed.

"Where do you live? I'll come to pick you up later."

After getting Wen Shanshan's address, Lu Liang went home, changed his clothes, and drove out.

He met her at the entrance of the Four Seasons Hotel, wearing a green dress and low-heeled shoes, seemingly aware she suited a mature style of dress.

There was no one else beside her; just her, standing alone at the door, holding an umbrella to shade herself.

"Miss Wen, you seem different from other celebrities," Lu Liang said with a smile.

In his experience, when celebrities went out, it was always with great fanfare, surrounded by a crowd; at the very least, they would have three to five people with them.

Wen Shanshan coyly replied, "I'm not any big star, just a small transparent figure in the entertainment industry. And call me Shanshan, please."

"Alright, Shanshan, we'll go take a look at some cars first, and then I'll give you a tour of Modu this afternoon."

"You already have a Lamborghini, what car are you going to buy?" Wen Shanshan asked curiously.

She had looked up Lu Liang's information the night before; he seemed to be an impressive capital giant.

There were two figures circulating online: one was 1.28 billion, the other was 70 million US dollars.

Her heart raced, the financial industry was undoubtedly at the very top of the food chain.

Moreover, Lu Liang had made a name for himself internationally; even when he went to Xiangjiang, the local tycoons would have to treat him with respect.

Therefore, she dressed up beautifully this morning and took the initiative to ask Lu Liang out.

"The Lamborghini is just for fun; I'm missing an executive car, I'm considering looking at Bentleys."

Lu Liang had always had a fondness for Bentley; its 'B' with wings symbolized a soaring life.

"I'm envious."

Wen Shanshan felt wistfully, after struggling for so many years, she didn't even have her own apartment in Xiangjiang, to say nothing of a car.

That Lamborghini is just for fun—such words could only be uttered by someone rich like Lu Liang.

Lu Liang said smiling, "Your acting isn't bad; you're just missing one or two good opportunities. Once you make it big, everything will come your way."

"Making it big is against all reason; not making it means no one cares, but getting popular isn't so simple." Wen Shanshan sighed regretfully.

"In a few days, I'll see if my friends have any good scripts, to see if there's a suitable role for you."

Lu Liang felt sympathy, placing his palm on Wen Shanshan's shoulder and pulling out a tissue to wipe away her tears.

She didn't object, tears shimmering in her eyes, "Liang, you're so kind to me."

Lu Liang comforted her in a soft voice, "Don't be too sad; I can't bear to see a pearl in the dust. You have a great future ahead, and you will stand on a bigger stage one day, becoming the brightest star among them all."

"Will there be a chance?" Wen Shanshan asked softly.

"There will be," affirmed Lu Liang, confidently painting a rosy picture.

"Thank you, Liang. I feel much better now," said Wen Shanshan, nodding and smiling, her spirits lifted, "Let's go check out cars for you first."

She knew that Lu Liang was just painting a pretty picture, but she understood one had to give to get in this fair society.

She wasn't foolish; she took words with a grain of salt and believed only what she saw. She wanted to see if Lu Liang had the capability he claimed.