Reborn in the Chinese Entertainment Industry: You're a Director, But You're a Casanova?

After hanging up Liu Xiaoli's check-up call, the slightly romantic atmosphere calmed down.

Liu Yuehua smiled gently and patted Liu Yifei's hair.

"Thank you, Sisi. Your brother has enough money to take you out."

"But what did that person mean by 'free hotel'?"

Liu Yifei's face flushed red instantly, like a teapot bubbling.

If this were in an anime, steam should be coming out of his head at this moment.

Liu Yuehua smiled inwardly, deciding not to tease the child any further.

The two chatted casually about some funny things that happened on set before, and then continued walking hand in hand.

Just as they turned the corner, a young girl with a panicked expression rushed out from the side.

She ran unsteadily, glancing back in fear every now and then.

They met unexpectedly on a narrow road. With a bang, the girl couldn't brake in time and accidentally bumped into Liu Yifei's shoulder.

Liu Yifei was knocked off balance and fell to the left.

Liu Yuehua instinctively reached out to grab her, and with a gentle pull, he drew Liu Yifei into his arms.

Liu Yifei was instantly drawn in by the fresh and pleasant scent of sunshine. She closed her eyes, leaned against Liu Yuehua's chest, and refused to look up.

The ice cream cone that was thrown out to protect Liu Yifei just now lay alone on the road.

Liu Yuehua was about to burst into a tirade when he thought, "Who's this blind fool?"

The girl who caused the accident had already scrambled to her feet in a panic, bowing repeatedly in apology.

"I'm so sorry, please help me, a bad guy is chasing me."

The girl spoke in slightly accented English, her hands clasped together, her eyes full of pleading.

After being interrupted, Liu Yifei turned around, overwhelmed with sympathy. Seeing the girl's terrified expression, she quickly grabbed Liu Yuehua's arm.

"Brother Yuehua, she seems to be in danger. Are they filming a police drama?"

Liu Yuehua ignored Liu Yifei's excited speculation and quickly scanned the poor girl who claimed to be being chased by bad guys.

On the surface, the girl was wearing an ordinary white shirt and jeans, nothing special, and you really couldn't recognize the brand.

Liu Yuehua noticed a Patek Philippe watch on her wrist.

He had just seen the same watch on the princess's wrist; it must be worth at least several million.

Liu Yuehua looked up again and saw several burly men in black suits and wearing headsets, walking briskly towards them.

His eyes and demeanor don't seem like those of an ordinary gangster. Could he be Xu Zhengyang's colleague?

No, her face shape doesn't look that imposing.

However, she's probably not some Hong Kong movie heroine kidnapped by gangsters; she's likely a rich heiress who ran away from home after a fight with her family.

Judging from her accent, she's probably Korean? Maybe she's an idol from a girl group? She doesn't look like she's had plastic surgery.

As the group drew closer, Liu Yuehua stopped wasting words; the time to offer timely help had come.

He grabbed the little girl's wrist and dragged her and Liu Yifei into a crowded tourist souvenir shop next door.

Inside the store, Liu Yuehua pulled a large straw hat and sunglasses off the shelf, put them on the little girl's head, and then stuffed a plush dolphin into her arms.

Most importantly, he casually snatched the Patek Philippe from her hand.

"Keep your head down and follow me closely, pretending to be a mainland tourist buying things."

After paying, the three of them squeezed into the noisy crowd of tourists and went out through the back door of the shop, perfectly avoiding the men in black.

……

Half an hour later, in a private room at a French restaurant, the little girl finally took off her straw hat and sunglasses. She looked at Liu Yuehua and Liu Yifei with gratitude in her eyes.

"Thank you so much for your help. My name is Lee Yoon-ah, and I am an ordinary Korean exchange student."

The little girl began to weave her own clichéd background story.

Why don't you call me Lin Yun'er?

"My family forced me to marry someone I didn't know, so I had no choice but to run away secretly. Those people were bad guys sent by my father to capture me and bring me back."

Liu Yifei's eyes reddened as she listened, and she held Ms. Li's hand tightly.

"Sister, you are so pitiful. What era is this? Arranged marriages still exist."

Liu Yuehua sat to the side, sipping his milk tea while inwardly rolling his eyes.

For an ordinary international student, this lie was completely unsophisticated, but he didn't expose it, since the Patek Philippe, the evidence of his identity, was still in his pocket.

He gave her a kind, caring smile, turned his head closer to Liu Yifei, and pretended to listen to her whispers.

"What watch?"

"I didn't say watch!" Liu Yifei was confused.

"Oh, by the way, Miss Li, here's your watch back. I was afraid of being recognized, so I quickly put it in my pocket," Liu Yuehua said casually.

"It's alright, sir. This watch isn't worth much. Consider it a thank you gift." Lee Yoon-ah said nonchalantly.

Liu Yifei pouted, feeling wronged, and pinched Liu Yuehua's thigh, spinning him around hard.

I didn't say anything.

"Miss Li, now that you've escaped, what are your plans?" Liu Yuehua interrupted Liu Yifei's plea for justice in time.

"I don't know either. I'll find a job in Hong Kong first."

"I don't speak Cantonese, only English and Korean. But it seems like people here treat me with a lot of respect."

Liu Yuehua gave a cold laugh and remained silent.

"To express my gratitude for your saving my life, I must treat you to this meal."

Ms. Li summoned the waiter, and her ordering technique was very skillful. The dishes served were all air-freighted white truffles and Lafite, which is definitely not an ordering habit that an ordinary person could develop.

The three guests and hosts enjoyed the meal immensely.

Liu Yuehua ate his fill; since he didn't have to pay for it himself, he figured he might as well eat it all.

"By the way, Miss Li, could you please order a few more dishes for me?"

"I have two younger sisters at home who haven't eaten yet."

Liu Yifei stared at Liu Yuehua in surprise.

Miss Li nodded indifferently.

Liu Yuehua was overjoyed.

"Waiter, please bring me another one to go, just like the ones on the table."

……

When it was time to pay the bill, the waiter politely announced a number, "Madam, the total is 38888."

Miss Li nodded reservedly, took out a black card from her small purse, and handed it over.

A few minutes later, the waiter returned with a smile and gave the card back.

"I'm sorry, ma'am, your card information shows that it has been frozen by the issuing bank."

Ms. Li was stunned. She quickly took out two cards from different banks, but without exception, both cards refused to process the transaction.

……

The atmosphere in the private room suddenly became extremely awkward.

Miss Li's face instantly turned bright red, and she wished she could disappear into a crack in the ground.

He promised to treat her to a meal to repay a debt of gratitude, but ended up being a conman who ate and dashed.

Liu Yuehua, his face dark, called over a waiter.

"We don't want the portion we just packed."

"I'm sorry, sir, we've already made it. Even if you don't want it, you still have to pay."

Liu Yifei also became anxious, and she touched her small wallet.

The only money inside was Chi Zhongrui's red envelope, barely enough for the service fee; the rest of the money had already been used to buy amusement park tickets.

"It's okay, everyone has inconveniences when they're out and about." Liu Yuehua's heart was bleeding, but he put on a hearty smile.

"By the way, don't you Koreans especially like Leslie Cheung?"

Upon hearing this, Miss Li's eyes lit up, and she nodded vigorously.

"Yes! He's incredibly popular in Korea, even more famous than many of our own Korean superstars."

"Do you want to see him? I'm his good friend."