Quick Transmigration: The Divine-Looking Host is Always Pampered by a Powerful Boss

In preparation for the photography studio, Chuzhuo hired three well-regarded online celebrity photographers at high salaries to help them build their reputation.

Half a month has passed since the last bar incident. During that time, Lu Tingzhou made plans to meet him three times on WeChat, but he declined each time, saying he was too busy.

Once Chu Zhuo had some free time, she immediately called Lu Tingzhou back: "Lu Tingzhou, I'm done with my work. Are you busy? If not, I'll come find you now."

In the conference room of the Lu Group, a cell phone rang abruptly.

The speaker on stage instinctively fell silent. Someone quietly reached for their phone, glanced at it to make sure it wasn't theirs, and was startled, breaking out in a cold sweat.

Assistant Yan, his face stern, was about to reprimand which employee had forgotten the rules and didn't know to silence their phone in the meeting room?

The next second, Lu Tingzhou, who was sitting at the head of the table, picked up his phone.

Special Assistant Yan: "..."

That was close! I had no guts; I almost offended the big boss.

After a few words on the other end of the phone, the boss's cold and stern face softened: "You're free. It'll be around noon if you come over. Want to have lunch together?"

"Hey, Lu Tingzhou, we seem like we're dining buddies." Chu Zhuo laughed at her own analogy. "I'm treating you this time. I stumbled upon a hidden gem of a restaurant the other day. Their hot pot is absolutely amazing, and you were the first person I thought of. You're so nice to me, right?"

"Is that so? Then it's my honor." Lu Tingzhou cooperated readily, his doting voice completely different from his usual self.

"Okay, I'll come find you." Chu Zhuo hung up the phone, changed into the clothes that Shen's mother had bought for him, and went out.

Following the address sent by Lu Tingzhou, Chu Zhuo successfully arrived at the company and explained her purpose to the receptionist: "I have an appointment with Lu Tingzhou, whose surname is Shen. Is it registered?"

Receptionist: "!!!"

She shook off her dazed state from being blinded by his good looks and adopted a professional demeanor: "Yes, are you Mr. Shen Chuzhuo?"

Lu Yan came out of the elevator and saw Chu Zhuo talking to the receptionist. He thought Chu Zhuo had been stopped, so he went up to greet him: "He's my friend. He must be here to see me."

Receptionist: "Huh?"

Chu Zhuo turned her head: "Lu Yan, what a coincidence, you're here too."

"A coincidence?" Lu Yan asked, puzzled. "Weren't you here to see me?"

"Ah, no, I'm looking for Lu Tingzhou." Wait, they both have the surname Lu. Chu Zhuo suddenly realized, "Are you related to Lu Tingzhou? Is he your brother?"

Lu Yan was startled by the word "brother": "No, no, of course not. Lu Ting, ptooey, that's my uncle."

"Uncle?" Chu Zhuo was genuinely surprised. "He doesn't look old at all. I thought you two were brothers."

"My uncle is only thirty-one this year, six years older than me." Lu Yan said, embarrassed. "He was my grandparents' youngest child. Shen Chuzhuo, please don't call him brother. My uncle has a very strong aura. Being in the same environment as him is very oppressive..." and so on.

Lu Yan realized he had missed a key point.

Shen Chuzhuo actually called his uncle by his full name?

Everyone in the industry knows Lu Tingzhou, the current head of the Lu family.

After graduating from university, Lu Tingzhou took over the Lu Group. The senior members of the board of directors, relying on their seniority, wanted to give him a hard time, but Lu Tingzhou didn't take their attitude at all. He kicked out the incompetent relatives and associates and spent two years purging the corrupt elements within the group.

After establishing himself, he became known for his absolute authority, sharp insight, and ruthless methods, which led to the Lu family becoming the richest family in just a few years.

"It's that serious?" Chu Zhuo couldn't believe it. "I thought your uncle was quite kind."

"Kindness?" Lu Yan hesitated, recalling Chu Zhuo's tone when he called his uncle's name earlier.

Unlike those admirers who feigned innocence to attract his uncle's attention, he had genuinely interacted with Lu Tingzhou in this way, which made it seem natural to him...

"No way," Lu Yan thought with a wry smile. He had finally met an interesting soul, but it turned out to have a close relationship with his uncle?

Perhaps it was because Shen Chuzhuo was too dazzling at the bar that day that he held onto a sliver of hope, but unfortunately, this little bit of escapism vanished completely after Lu Tingzhou came out of the elevator.

"Why haven't you left yet? Are you waiting for me to treat you to dinner?" Lu Tingzhou frowned slightly, and after rebuking Lu Yan, he turned to Chu Zhuo and said gently, "You haven't been waiting too long, have you?"

Lu Yan: "..."

Well, it's quite rare to see an uncle become mentally challenged for love.

Lu Yan shrugged: "Grandpa is still waiting for me. I'll go now. Goodbye, Uncle."

Lu Tingzhou nodded indifferently, his gaze focused on Chu Zhuo: "The assistant received a call from the front desk saying you've arrived. Why didn't you tell me? I could have come down to meet you."

"Didn't we run into your nephew? We chatted for a bit." Chu Zhuo glanced at him, pretending to think. "I didn't expect you to be of such a high generation. Should I call you 'Uncle' along with Lu Yan? What do you say, Lu Tingzhou?"

"You can pronounce Lu Tingzhou's name quite smoothly, can you?" Lu Tingzhou raised his hand and ruffled Chu Zhuo's hair. He stiffened halfway through, and seeing that Chu Zhuo didn't seem to mind, he breathed a sigh of relief, but couldn't help feeling disappointed. "Let's go eat."

Chu Zhuo made two "oh" sounds and led the way: "The overalls I'm wearing today were bought by my mom. She said they look good on me. I looked in the mirror before I left, and they look a bit childish."

"Yes, it looks great and suits you very well." Lu Tingzhou seemed not to hear Chu Zhuo say the word "childish" afterward.

Chu Zhu criticized me quite "sternly": "You can't just praise me all the time. What if I become arrogant?"

The playful tone at the end of the sentence made it easy to guess that the other person was doing it on purpose. Lu Tingzhou curled the corners of his mouth but did not reply.

As expected, Chu Zhuo smiled and changed his tune again: "Alright, Lu Tingzhou, you have good taste."

"If you really didn't like it, if you thought it looked bad, you wouldn't have worn it out." Lu Tingzhou didn't know why he said that, and he was stunned after saying it.

But for some reason, I feel that Chu Zhuo is just that kind of person—passionate, vibrant, enjoying everything that has life, and never compromising himself.

The hot pot restaurant Chu Zhuo mentioned was located in a narrow alley. You had to park your car outside and navigate through a maze of turns to get there.

"I was passing by outside that day when I smelled a fragrance wafting out from a great distance." Chu Zhuo pushed open the wooden door and said as he walked in, "There's an old saying that good wine needs no bush. I can't guarantee anything else, but I was drawn in by the aroma of this place."

The familiar courtyard came into view, and Lu Tingzhou was momentarily stunned.

The style of the gate has changed. At first, I thought it was just similar, but I didn't expect it to be the same one he used to frequent during high school.

"What's wrong with you?" Chu Zhuo stopped in his tracks.

Lu Tingzhou stood in the courtyard, a faint smile in his eyes: "What a coincidence. I used to eat here often when I was in high school, and occasionally in college too. After graduation, I was always busy with Lu's business and never came back. Chu Zhuo..."

He took a deep breath: "Can I call you Zhuobao...A-Zhuo?"

Lu Tingzhou lightly bit the tip of his tongue and swallowed the more intimate words "Zhuobao".

I silently reminded myself that it wasn't the right time yet.

"Sure, call me whatever you want." Chu Zhuo didn't care much about the difference in address, it was all his name anyway. He took a few steps back, pulled Lu Tingzhou up, and continued forward. "Hurry up, hurry up, I'm getting dizzy from the smell."

Lu Tingzhou let him hold him without struggling, his eyes full of indulgence.