Huayu97: Starting with Wu Song Fighting the Tiger

Su Wanyi smiled with satisfaction, raised her hand and took Liu Xiang's arm, holding him with just the right amount of force.

Liu Xiang felt very uncomfortable, but she couldn't break free, so she could only stiffly follow her forward.

Su Wanyi led Liu Xiang on a leisurely stroll through the jewelry exhibition, occasionally introducing the jewels in the display cases to him. Her voice was pleasant, her speech elegant, and she spoke fluently about the origins and craftsmanship of the jewelry.

"This pigeon blood ruby ​​was part of the collection of a European countess from the 1930s. Look at its cut; it's an old-style cushion cut, and the fire is exceptionally good..."

"This jadeite bangle is made from old mine jade from Myanmar. The texture, clarity, and color are all top-notch. Wearing it makes one's skin look as white as jade..."

Her body would occasionally brush against Liu Xiang's arm unintentionally. Sometimes, when she turned to introduce jewelry, her shoulder would gently bump against his chest, and the scent of her perfume would linger around Liu Xiang's nose.

Wandering into a corner of the banquet hall, Liu Xiang saw a room with a sign that read "Restroom" and her heart skipped a beat. She stopped and said to Su Wanyi, "Ms. Su, excuse me, could I borrow your cell phone for a moment? I'd like to make a call to my friend in Hong Kong to let him know I'm safe."

Su Wanyi raised an eyebrow, then took out a black Motorola mobile phone from her handbag, handed it to him, and smiled generously: "Of course. Please go ahead, Mr. Liu." Her fingertips brushed against Liu Xiang's palm again, with a slightly cool touch.

"Thank you, Miss Su." Liu Xiang took the mobile phone, thanked her, and quickly walked into the lounge.

The door closed, and the lounge fell silent. Liu Xiang looked at the heavy mobile phone in his hand, took a deep breath, and dialed the phone number Li Ruotong had given him.

"Beep beep—"

The phone rang twice before being answered. A familiar voice, tinged with curiosity, came through the receiver: "Hey? Who are you?"

"Liu Xiang!" Liu Xiang's voice softened instantly.

The awkwardness in his eyes vanished completely. "Has Sister Ruotong arrived in Hong Kong yet?"

"I thought you forgot to call me." Li Ruotong's voice held a hint of reproach, yet was full of concern. "I heard you went to Macau. How was it there? Were you tired?"

"I'm not tired, it's fine here." Liu Xiang stood in the room, listening to her voice.

He talked on and on about his experiences in Macau and his expectations for his trip to Hong Kong. Li Ruotong listened quietly on the other end of the phone, occasionally responding with a soft, gentle voice.

As the two were talking, the door to the lounge was suddenly pushed open.

Su Wanyi walked in carrying a glass of red wine, her steps light as she wore high heels, and she didn't make a sound immediately.

She slowly walked around Liu Xiang, her skirt brushing against his ankles with a silky touch, her hair occasionally brushing against his shoulders, and the scent of her perfume overwhelming him. When she reached behind Liu Xiang, she gently brushed her hand against his back, and Liu Xiang's body instantly tensed up.

As she stepped forward, the wine glass gleamed a dark red under the light, and her eyes held a playful smile.

Liu Xiang's heart skipped a beat, and she quickly said into the phone, "If Sister Ruotong has something to do, I'll hang up now. I'll come to Hong Kong to see you."

"Okay, you..." Before Li Ruotong could finish speaking, Liu Xiang hurriedly hung up the phone.

Liu Xiang handed the mobile phone back to Su Wanyi. Su Wanyi took the phone, a half-smile playing on her lips. She raised her wine glass and gently touched Liu Xiang's arm. The cool touch of the glass seeped through her suit, causing Liu Xiang to instinctively shrink back.

"Alright, Mr. Liu, we should go out now." Su Wanyi's voice was filled with laughter.

A hint of inquiry lingered in her eyes: "Those wealthy businessmen are all prominent figures in Macau. Getting to know them will greatly benefit your future."

After Liu Xiang nodded, she didn't dare to delay any longer and quickly followed Su Wanyi out of the lounge.

As they reached the center of the banquet hall, several wealthy businessmen in suits greeted them with smiles. Su Wanyi, arm in arm with Liu Xiang, smiled radiantly: "Let me introduce you all, this is Mr. Liu, whose martial arts skills are truly exceptional..."

Liu Xiang suppressed her unease and gave everyone a polite smile, guessing that Su Wanyi had some feelings for her.

Liu Xiang, with Su Wanyi holding his arm, was dragged in front of a group of wealthy businessmen like a fresh-faced young man, but in his heart he was ranting and raving.

This extravagant display is even more bewildering than doing somersaults on a cliff in Dali.

The wealthy businessmen before me all sported beer bellies, their Rolex gold watches dazzling the eye, and their jade rings so green they seemed to drip oil. In 1997, Macau had not yet returned to the embrace of the motherland. These businessmen had made their fortunes either through casinos or in the jewelry and shipping industries; each one of them was a figure whose mere presence could make Macau's business world tremble.

"Mr. Liu, you're so young, yet you exude such a dashing air!" A wealthy businessman with a receding hairline approached, carrying a champagne glass, and patted Liu Xiang's shoulder with a smile, the force almost deforming Liu Xiang's suit. "Miss Su, you have a discerning eye. A young man who catches your eye must be extraordinary!"

Su Wanyi's smile widened, her red lips parted slightly, and her voice, soft yet shrewd, said, "Boss Wang, you're mistaken. It's not that I have a bad eye for people; it's just that Mr. Liu is incredibly capable. He was filming in Dali, doing somersaults on cliffs like it was nothing. He's far better than those flashy martial arts stars!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the eyes of the wealthy businessmen around him lit up.

At present, martial arts films are extremely popular in Hong Kong cinema. Jackie Chan and Jet Li are household names. Macau's wealthy businessmen also love to join in the fun, either investing in film production or finding martial arts stars to endorse their products. When they heard that Liu Xiang had such skills, they were naturally very interested.

"Oh? Mr. Liu knows kung fu?" A wealthy businessman in a striped suit approached, his eyes sizing him up. "I wonder if Mr. Liu could show us a move? Don't worry, it's not for real, just a few casual moves to broaden our horizons."

Liu Xiang's heart skipped a beat, realizing someone was trying to trip him up. He wasn't afraid of a fight, but the banquet hall was covered with red carpets and displayed priceless jewelry. If a fight broke out and he damaged any of the treasures, he couldn't afford to pay for it even if he sold himself.

But just then, Li Tiansheng and Cheng Xiaodong squeezed in, both with perfectly timed smiles on their faces.

Li Tiansheng immediately patted his chest to smooth things over: "Gentlemen, Liu Xiang is indeed quite skilled, but today's occasion isn't right. There are so many treasures at the jewelry exhibition; if he accidentally damages one, we can't afford to pay for it! How about this: when the cruise ship martial arts performance begins, let this kid show off his skills; I guarantee you'll all have a great time watching!"

Ching Siu-tung chimed in, "Director Li is right. The cruise ship performance is even more exciting. If any of you bosses have time, please come and support us. Liu Xiang's skills will definitely not disappoint!"