Chapter 43: Jing Circle’s Master Lu Has Met His Match (16)

Chapter 43: Jing Circle's Master Lu Has Met His Match (16)

The power of netizens is formidable. They took screenshots of the scenes captured by the camera, zoomed in repeatedly, and discovered their idol playing a mini-game!

Upon further investigation, it turned out to be a WeChat mini-game called "Jump Jump."

This piqued the curiosity of fans. What kind of game could captivate their idol so much that he wouldn't even chat with others?

This deprived them of the chance to ship their favorite couple!

Driven by this curiosity, many people clicked into the game, spending one yuan to buy it and started playing.

Hmm... It's quite addictive.

Soon, the hashtag #JumpJump trended on the hot search list, along with other related topics like #LookingDownAtPhone.

The download count for "Jump Jump" quickly surpassed 100,000 and was still rising rapidly.

In the conference hall, Song Chuyi wiped the non-existent sweat from his forehead after making the rounds to promote his game.

"This should earn us some money now."

He checked his phone; the downloads had already reached 200,000.

It seemed his goal was almost achieved.

Satisfied, Song Chuyi put away his phone and turned to look at Lu Wuqing, patting him on the shoulder.

"Brother Qing, let's go back!"

Lu Wuqing glanced up calmly and looked at the left half of the hall, which Song Chuyi hadn't yet promoted to.

"Don't you want to check that side?"

Song Chuyi scratched his head. "I see the download count is quite high. Shouldn't we be done?"

"Since we're here," Lu Wuqing said with a slight smile, "we might as well cover the entire venue."

He took Song Chuyi's hand and walked toward the guests on the left side.

Compared to Song Chuyi, who chatted and socialized before promoting his game, Lu Wuqing was straightforward and direct.

He opened his phone, displayed the QR code, and spoke to a guest.

"Scan."

The person addressed was a three-time award-winning actress. Like Zhao Ying, her bodyguards were from the Tianhu Security Group, and they had heard of this boss.

The actress was cooperative, scanning the code without hesitation and paying the one yuan required.

Satisfied, Lu Wuqing led Song Chuyi to the next guest.

Song Chuyi: ???

For some reason, he felt like they were forcing people to give gifts.

Their actions weren't subtle, and with all the cameras around, the audience soon noticed them.

Of course, the most important factor was their striking appearances.

Song Chuyi had a delicate and charming beauty, while Lu Wuqing exuded a rare tough-guy aura in the entertainment industry. Even under his suit, his broad shoulders and narrow waist hinted at his physique, making him irresistible.

Together, they drew attention effortlessly.

Even some minor celebrities in the hall whispered about who these two were.

Upon learning that one of them was the CEO of the country's largest security group, some people began to have ulterior motives.

Unfortunately, before they could act, Lu Wuqing gave them a cold stare, scaring them off immediately.

While the atmosphere inside the venue was strange, the live stream outside was lively.

There were gossipers, curious viewers, and shippers.

Among them, the shippers were the most enthusiastic, coming up with combinations like "Cool Dad vs. Adorable Son."

Seeing Lu Wuqing holding his phone and asking people to scan the code, it was hard not to suspect he was handing out invitations!

As the hashtag started trending, someone familiar with the situation quickly clarified that the QR code was for the "Jump Jump" mini-game, not an invitation.

Apparently, the mini-game was created by the young master himself, and due to low downloads, he was promoting it.

This clarification only made the shippers more excited!

Lu Wuqing's identity had been revealed: the president of the country's largest security group, worth billions, rumored to have connections in both the legal and underworld—a true dark emperor!

A dark emperor lowering himself for love—how could anyone resist!

As for Song Chuyi, his identity remained unknown.

In the live stream, only his profile could be seen, making it difficult to identify him.

But anyone capable of creating such an entertaining game must be very smart, regardless of their background!

Even with just a profile view, he looked handsome.

Especially when Lu Wuqing would protectively place his large hand on Song Chuyi's slender waist, displaying possessiveness that made many shippers swoon.

The frenzy outside had just begun, but inside the venue, Song Chuyi finally breathed a sigh of relief after finishing his promotion rounds.

“Finally finished!”

He poked Lu Wuqing’s chest. “Brother Qing, won’t you get kicked out for being so fierce?”

“No.” Lu Wuqing put his phone away. “Everyone here is mine.”

“There’s no need to worry; no one can kick us out.”

“This territory is also mine.”

Song Chuyi: ...

Is this the power of the big boss? Scared, scared.

“So you’re pretty impressive.” He muttered, and Lu Wuqing heard it.

“It’s okay.” Lu Wuqing naturally took his hand and led him to the front seat. “I’ll become even more impressive.”

Song Chuyi remembered the information Xiaotong had sent him about the antagonist and raised an eyebrow skeptically.

Impressive indeed, turning a normal world into a zombie world—how could that not be impressive?

But he hadn’t noticed any potential in Lu Wuqing for virus research.

He hadn’t seen him read any medical books recently, or perhaps those books were all at home?

Song Chuyi’s eyes flickered, and he quietly leaned closer, whispering, “Brother Qing, when will you take me to your place to play~”

Lu Wuqing pulled Song Chuyi to sit down. “Want to go?”

“Mm-hmm!” Song Chuyi nodded vigorously.

Under the dim lights, Lu Wuqing’s gaze was deep.

Onstage, the host was making the opening remarks, and applause filled the room, drowning out Lu Wuqing’s response.

Song Chuyi’s attention was drawn away, and he didn’t hear what Lu Wuqing said, so he turned to look at him and mouthed a question.

“What did you say?”

The corner of Lu Wuqing’s mouth curved slightly, revealing a hint of mischief.

“Nothing, just watch the show.”

Song Chuyi responded and was once again captivated by the performance on stage.

Lu Wuqing looked at his profile, the smile on his lips growing deeper.

Song Chuyi’s hand was held tightly in his, the soft palm still warm.

His index finger traced something on his palm.

Song Chuyi felt a tickle and tried to pull his hand back, but Lu Wuqing held it tighter.

However, the performance was too captivating, so he stopped struggling and let him continue.

Thus, he didn’t notice the words being traced on his palm.

Words he didn’t hear.

“Once you enter my house”

“You belong to me”