My girlfriend is from the future!

Although he agreed to Li Wang and Wei Xing's request to write lyrics, such things cannot be done overnight. Moreover, He Tianran, no, he should be called a "writer", does not think he is the most suitable candidate. On the contrary, the other personality in his body, the "lead singer", should be the one to write the lyrics.

However, ever since the "lead singer" was traumatized and left the scene at the last Bulgari red carpet event, he has not appeared again, just like the "young man".

This is certainly a good thing for the "writer's" daily life, but it is an obstacle to solving his personality problems. Moreover, the "writer" can vaguely sense that after that trip to Shanghai and his continuous contact with Wen Liang, the "lead singer" actually has many secrets buried in his heart that he has not spoken out. And this part of the blockage may be the breakthrough point for the three personalities to achieve a spiritual unity.

Wei Xing's music studio.

He Tianran originally planned to stay here for an hour or two and then leave, but by the time he went out and downstairs, the city was already lit up with lights under the night sky.

On his phone was a message from Wu Xiao, sent two hours earlier, saying that he had finished his flight lesson for the day and asking if he needed to come to He Tianran's side. He Tianran thought that he would go home after finishing his lesson, so he didn't bother Wu Xiao to come. However, when he sat in the pilot's seat, he unexpectedly received a message from Yu Naoqiu on his phone.

"With your brother away, the burden of maintaining the partnership falls entirely on my shoulders. Do you want to come and protect me?"

Then, the other party sent an address, which He Tianran took a closer look at and found to be a club called "Platinum Palace".

He Tianran knew that place; it was one of the top business clubs in the city, a place where many business people discussed business and "connected," including some people from the entertainment industry. The place was members-only, and the minimum charge for a large private room was at least 20,000 yuan, making it a veritable money pit.

"I don't like those places, they're too noisy."

The man replied decisively, but the other party didn't seem to be giving up, and soon sent another message:
"Too noisy? That doesn't quite fit your 'playboy' image, but you'd better come over this time."

"why?"

"Because I'm here, am I not your girlfriend?"

"..."

He Tianran rubbed his throbbing temples, sighed, switched chat interfaces, and sent a message to Wu Xiao.

"Brother Owl, come to the Platinum Palace Club and wait for me. I might need you to be on standby."

He tossed the phone to the passenger seat, fastened his seatbelt, glanced at his calm face in the rearview mirror, forcibly suppressed the melody still playing in his mind, turned the steering wheel, and merged into the dazzling stream of cars.

……

……

Half an hour later, He Tianran's car stopped in the underground parking lot of a skyscraper in the CBD of the port city. He silently took the elevator up, and at a certain high floor, a soft "ding" sounded and the door slowly opened.

Instead of the noisy place I had imagined, I found myself in an extremely quiet reception hall with a modern and sophisticated decor. The dark marble floor was as smooth as a mirror, reflecting the clean lines of the LED strip lights on the ceiling.

The entire wall behind the reception area was transformed into a flowing water curtain installation, with the sound of flowing water. There were no eye-catching signs here, only uniform attire. The sales staff or managers who came and went all wore gray suits for men and blue and white cheongsams for women with high slits. They were all quite good-looking, and when they walked in high heels, they exuded a fragrant breeze, making them a very pleasing sight.

Wu Xiao was already sitting on the sofa not far from the elevator, waiting. When He Tianran appeared, he immediately walked over and followed behind him.

The two walked towards the front desk one after the other. A man who looked like a manager stepped forward and bowed slightly.
Good evening, sir. Do you have an appointment?

"I'm looking for Miss Yu Naoqiu," He Tianran said calmly.

The manager, with an impeccable smile on his face, gently shook his head:

"I'm very sorry, sir, but we operate on a strict membership system. Without explicit confirmation from the guest in the private room, we cannot provide you with service. This is our policy, please understand. Perhaps you could contact her?"

The manager was humble, but his meaning was clear: without an appointment or internal notification, nothing could be done.

He Tianran frowned slightly. He hadn't wanted to come in the first place, but now that he had a reason, he turned around and left.

Just then, a female salesperson who had been keeping an eye on the area quickly stepped forward. She first glared at the manager who was following procedures but lacked any tact, then hurried after He Tianran, her face instantly switching to a more humane and adaptable smile. Her voice lowered, carrying just the right amount of familiarity:
“Mr. He? This way please! Miss Yu is in the ‘Shanhua’ hall. I just received the notification and she is waiting for you.”

"Wait for me? Ha, lead the way."

He Tianran immediately realized that this was just the saleswoman's euphemism. Judging from the male manager's reaction just now, Yu Naoqiu had not told the front desk that he was coming. He was just recognized. Now that He Tianran is well-known, this is not surprising, especially since this is Hong Kong.

The female saleswoman led the two through a heavy soundproof door, and the interior of the club was finally revealed. The corridor was wide, the lights were deliberately dimmed, the walls on both sides were covered with sound-absorbing leather, and the heavy doors were tightly closed. Almost no noise could be heard, except for the thick carpet underfoot, which swallowed up all footsteps.

Finally, the three stopped in front of a double door with a floral pattern. The saleswoman pressed an inconspicuous call button next to her, whispered something, and then the door opened from the inside.

The deafening music and cacophony of voices burst forth instantly, creating a stark contrast to the quiet corridor. The private room was extremely luxurious, with a huge circular sofa, top-of-the-line audio equipment, and a lighting system that created a psychedelic yet noisy atmosphere.

A dozen or so people, both men and women, were sitting on the sofa. Judging from their age, they all seemed to be around the same age as He Tianran. The coffee table was laden with expensive drinks and fruit platters. These men and women were either whispering to each other or indulging in their pleasures. The scene was extremely extravagant. Yu Naoqiu, however, was not in the center of the noise. She sat alone in a corner of the sofa, holding a glass of water and looking down at her phone.

As the door opened, she looked up, her gaze piercing through the flickering light and shadow, landing precisely on He Tianran.

The woman didn't move, nor did she show any exaggerated expression. However, a fleeting look of joy, completely opposite to her usual cold and aloof expression, flashed briefly in her eyes before she returned to calm.

She didn't even change her posture; she simply turned off her phone screen and casually placed it on the sofa.

However, the young man closest to the door, dressed in flamboyant clothes and with slicked-back hair, immediately jumped up from the sofa upon seeing He Tianran. His face was filled with exaggerated surprise, and his voice rose so high it drowned out the music:
"Damn it! What did I tell you?! When Sister Qiu sent the message just now, I said that Brother Tianran would definitely give us face! You guys didn't believe me! You said that if no one notified us, even if Brother Tianran came, he would have to sit in the lobby and wait for someone to pick him up! See? You were proven wrong! In Hong Kong, who in any business would dare to refuse Director He's face? Give us money, give us money, give us money—!!"

His shout immediately drew everyone's attention to He Tianran standing at the door, and several whistles and flattering cheers rang out.

"Young Master He!"

"Director He! It's an honor to have you here!"

"Please come in, please come in!"

He Tianran stood at the door, the colorful lights sweeping across his expressionless face. Wu Xiao stood silently by the door, like a silent stone statue.

The man stepped into the private room, ignoring those who reached out to shake hands and exchange pleasantries, and went straight to sit down in the empty seat next to Yu Naoqiu.

He sank into the sofa softly, adjusted himself into a comfortable position, then turned his head to look at the woman. His voice, clear amidst the noise, reached her ears:

"They're the...partners you were talking about?"

Yu Naoqiu took a sip of water from his glass and said in the same soft voice:

“They are all your brother’s friends. They all pooled their money and put it into your brother’s investment in the Harbour District. Wouldn’t you say that counts as being partners?”

"So you called me here because..."

He Tianran was talking idly when Yu Naoqiu suddenly cupped his head in both hands and gently twisted it, forcing him to face the woman.

Without warning, Yu Naoqiu leaned forward, blocking the man's unfinished questions.

Her lips were slightly cool, yet they carried a burning heat.

"Aww... hiss..."

A sharp pain suddenly shot through his lips, and He Tianran couldn't help but cry out in pain.

Yu Naoqiu actually bit down hard on his lower lip with his teeth.

This was no flirtatious nibble; it carried a punitive undertone. He Tianran could even clearly feel the moment the teeth pierced his flesh, accompanied by a rapidly spreading, metallic, and sweet-smelling odor.

The man grunted and shoved the woman away abruptly.

Yu Naoqiu was pushed back against the sofa by him, breathing slightly heavily.

She raised her hand and gently wiped the corner of her lips with her fingertips, where a trace of bright red stained the area.

The music in the private room was still loud, but the air in this corner seemed to freeze. Several men and women who had been playing around nearby seemed to have noticed something was wrong. Their voices gradually quieted down, and their eyes darted between the two people staring at each other with suspicion.

Wu Xiao subtly adjusted his stance by the door, his sharp eyes locking onto Yu Naoqiu.

He Tianran stared directly at Yu Naoqiu, wiped the blood from his lips, and asked in a suppressed, calm tone, without anger:

"Are you crazy?"

Yu Naoqiu suddenly smiled, a smile that perfectly complemented the smear of blood on her lips. She slightly raised her chin, then slowly leaned closer, raising her index finger to help wipe the blood from He Tianran's mouth.

"I just wanted to remind you, He Tianran... when you need to play a role, it's best to get into it..."

The two drew closer and closer until finally, Yu Naoqiu stuck out her tongue again and licked the wound on He Tianran's lower lip in an ambiguous way, whispering:
"After all, being a 'girlfriend' can sometimes make you jealous." (End of Chapter)