Becoming a Billionaire after Divorce-Chapter 777 - 293: Accompanying the Heavenly Immortal on a Yacht Tour of the Bund

Chapter 777: Chapter 293: Accompanying the Heavenly Immortal on a Yacht Tour of the Bund

"It’s still early, why don’t we take a stroll on the Bund?" Liu Yifei said with a smile.

"Huh? Are you serious?" Sun Dasheng stared at her.

Do you understand your status?

A big celebrity, you know.

Where are the most people in Shanghai City?

Of course, it’s the Bund.

You, a big celebrity well-known throughout China, standing there would be tomorrow’s front-page news—no, you wouldn’t even need to wait till tomorrow.

In this era where everyone is a Douyin blogger, someone might snap a quick picture and upload it, and you’d go viral right away.

"Haha... just kidding." Liu Yifei chuckled, showing her charming canines.

"Take me home." She said with a hint of helplessness.

Actually, how could the joke she made not be sincere?

Being a celebrity comes with many perks, but also many costs.

Perhaps being constantly under the media spotlight is one of them.

Because of this, despite the number of times she’s been to Shanghai City, she never had the chance to experience the spectacular nighttime light show of the Bund.

She could only catch glimpses of its grandeur through videos others shot.

"It’s not that there’s no way." Sun Dasheng rubbed his chin and said.

"Oh? Really? What way?" Liu Yifei looked at him, puzzled.

"Hold on a sec." Sun Dasheng made a phone call, then told her, "It’ll take a few hours to prepare; meanwhile, how about we catch a movie?"

Without waiting for her agreement or refusal, he made another call and then said, "Come on, I’ve booked the cinema. Consider it my contribution to the box office of The Wandering Earth 3 for you guys."

He’s so assertive.

Liu Yifei discovered yet another aspect of him.

Someone who doesn’t take no for an answer.

But, she’s seen this trait before in successful people.

Not to mention, isn’t Chen Jingfei, her godfather who’s been secretly in love with her mother all these years, just like that?

Even if he always grants her mother’s requests, when it comes to big issues, he still doesn’t heed her opinions.

Just like...

Thinking about her godfather’s new flame, Liu Yifei’s expression turned unpleasant.

"What’s wrong?" Sun Dasheng asked.

"Nothing." Liu Yifei awkwardly brushed her bangs.

"You’re a grown-up, do you really need to inform your mom in advance if you’ll be back late?" Sun Dasheng was on a completely different wavelength.

Hearing him say that, Liu Yifei was amused and annoyed, "Where’d you hear such outdated rumors from Old Huang?"

"My mom’s nowhere near as bad as they say online."

"You shouldn’t believe everything online."

She said, her cheeks puffed up like a goldfish blowing bubbles.

At thirty-seven, she surprisingly had such an adorable side.

She’s born in ’87, Sun Dasheng in ’90—hey, it fits that old saying about a three-year age gap being lucky.

Thinking of this, he laughed.

Liu Yifei asked what he was laughing about.

He didn’t think much and blurted it out.

Liu Yifei’s expression soured instantly, not because she was surprised by his age, as his appearance made him look young, but because: "Is this how you tease a lady about her age?"

That’s odd.

Normally, she wouldn’t mind others talking about her age or looks.

Because such banter has no power over her.

Women who are easily offended by age and appearance online usually either look old or unattractive.

Truly beautiful women, who look younger than their actual age, don’t mind having their looks and age discussed.

Look at Granny Xiaoqing; did she ever mind jokes about her age and looks?

No, she didn’t, you see.

She relies on her talent (laugh-cry).

But when this guy said it, she felt slightly uncomfortable.

She didn’t even know why.

She followed him into a cinema.

The manager personally attended to them.

This guy had bought out all the tickets for every show of the day.

The cinema, which was bustling due to The Wandering Earth 3, was now deserted.

"President Sun, please come in!" The manager greeted warmly.

"This is our best VIP hall. I wish you a pleasant viewing experience; I won’t intrude." After a brief introduction, the manager discreetly left.

Then the lights dimmed, and the screen lit up.

"Let’s sit in the middle; the view is better here." Sun Dasheng led Liu Yifei to the middle of the fourth row.

"Want some snacks?" After they settled in, Sun Dasheng asked.

Liu Yifei glared at him, "Do you think I’m a pig? We just had so much at the hot pot place, no more food."

"Alright then, I just feel watching a movie without munching something feels incomplete. If you’re not, then I will."

Sun Dasheng took a trip outside.

He returned with a massive bucket of popcorn.

And two bottles of Coke.

While he was enjoying his snacks, Liu Yifei couldn’t resist and gently tugged at his sleeve.

"What’s up?" Sun Dasheng asked, pulling his eyes away from the screen.

He was watching very intently.

Even though he had seen it once during the premiere, that was in the vast Workers’ Gymnasium, and the viewing experience wasn’t great.

Watching it again now, he was quickly absorbed into the movie’s plot.

A true visual spectacle.

This Guo Fan really knows his stuff.

But it seems like he’s hogged all the talent in the country, leaving none for others, who only produce rubbish.

They treat the Chinese like fools, almost ruining the sci-fi genre’s good name, these shameless beings.