After more than ten years of rebirth, Luke has a deep understanding of the differences in aesthetics between China and the West.
In China, what is handsome? Simply put, it means looking like a woman. As long as you have a face that men dare not look at, you can win a lot of female compatriots.
It's different here in America. If you dare to look like that, believe me, you'll be dragged into an alley by a bunch of muscular guys in no time.
There is no need to describe the story that follows.
Those who understand that kind of pain will understand it, but those who don't can only imagine it in the dead of night. If someone else dares to do that to him, he will definitely be spat in his face.
In order to prevent his handsome face from becoming the target of gay men's fantasies, Luke decided early on to never turn back from the path of being a scumbag.
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Perhaps due to family factors, Ivan was not as outspoken as other girls her age. Instead, she was a little reserved. In response to Luke's praise, she simply said, "Thank you for the compliment."
The voice was calm and gentle, ensuring courtesy without appearing overly enthusiastic.
As expected of an elite who was educated in a wealthy family, he is indeed extraordinary.
Luke nodded secretly and said, "Can I call you Ivan?"
"certainly."
"Well, beautiful Miss Ivan, thank you for bringing fun to my boring banquet time. However, I have a few important guests soon..." He glanced at his watch and said, "Ten minutes left."
Ivan smiled and said, "Can I borrow these ten minutes?"
"I never refuse a lady's request, especially one as outstanding as you, my age."
"Thank you so much."
Ivan gathered up his long skirt and sat on the sofa. He opened his LV bag and took out the card he had prepared long ago.
Luke was sharp-eyed and spotted the Inrico logo on the upper right corner of the card. As one of the most famous magazines in the metropolitan area, Inrico had many best-selling works, especially the Yingjie Weekly, which specialized in introducing successful people under the age of 25 and had extremely high sales.
I thought the other person came over to chat with me because he admired my unique beauty, but it turned out to be a reporter.
Luke was somewhat disappointed, but then he became excited.
Ivan Donald is different from the girls he has met before. He is talented, handsome, proud, conceited, young but mentally mature. You can tell from the fact that he mentioned his father as soon as they met!
There is no doubt that she is one of the most difficult types to deal with. She is not interested in clothes and jewelry, is tired of sweet words, and has seen too many handsome faces... If she wants to successfully reach the top, she must find another way.
Luke lowered his head in thought, and soon came up with a solution. He smiled and said,
"Ms. Donald, please don't speak yet. Let me guess what question you will ask."
Ivan Tang asked strangely, "Are you sure?"
"why not?"
Luke spread his hands. "Do you like asking questions and answering them like a police interrogation? Please, I'm not your prisoner, and you're not mine. Don't do such boring things. As a young man, why don't you come up with some new ideas?"
"All right!"
Ivan closed the card and said, "I hope your guess is correct."
"That's natural. I've never lost since I was a kid."
Luke smiled lightly, his eyebrows raised, and a strong confidence emerged.
"You have more than a dozen cards in your hand. It's impossible to guess all of them, but I know you will definitely ask three questions." He raised his index finger.
"First: Are you really only seventeen?"
A flash of surprise crossed Ivan's face, but he calmed down.
"And the second one?"
"Why don't you go to college and start a business?"
Ivan was dissatisfied and continued,
"And the third one?"
"Why did you create ShowMe? What does ShowMe mean to you?"
After saying this, in the other party's shocked eyes, he smiled and said,
"I guessed right!"
The girl opened her mouth without saying anything, and after a while she argued,
"I don't know if you were looking at my card, but..."
"But what!"
Luke interrupted her and said with a burning look in his eyes,
"You don't want to admit it, or you're still unconvinced. I see not only doubt in your eyes, but also scrutiny and suspicion. In your eyes, I'm just a puppet built on the wealth of my family. There's nothing special about me, right?"
Ivan was stunned. Could the other party read my mind? How could he know what I was thinking?
Luke crossed his arms and said proudly,
"You must be wondering why I guessed your thoughts so well. You are just an ordinary person. These three questions are very low-level and any reporter would think of them, yet you wrote them down on a card."
"You're a rule-follower, a stickler for convention. A beautiful, machine-made puppet. That's the first impression you give me. Just like what happened just now, if it were me, I definitely wouldn't say, 'Luke Xiao, can I ask you a few questions?' That stiff opening line is no different from clothes made by ZARA. What I want to hear is: 'Young man, why are you sitting here? Are you waiting for a beautiful encounter?'"
Luke shrugged. "That's what makes for an interesting conversation starter, and you don't have any of that."
Ivan Donald was dumbfounded, sitting there blankly, unable to come to his senses for a long time. Conservative, rule-abiding, puppet, these words he had never heard of before kept drilling into his mind like a dung fork wielded by a little devil.
Am I really that kind of person?
Ivan asked himself, with a hint of confusion in his eyes.
Luke continued,
"When I was fifteen, I stopped going to school. Why? It was simple. I didn't want to go to the same place every day, deal with silly classmates, and read useless textbooks. That kind of horrible life day after day was despairing. So I dropped out of school and started studying electronics. At the age of seventeen, I left my hometown and came to a distant metropolis to start a company that is changing the world."
"This is my choice, a future full of infinite possibilities. What about you? Where is your future?"
"I..."
Ivan was completely confused, her mind a mess, and she had no idea how to answer. Her father had taught her since she was a child to learn to plan for the future. To this end, she wrote a two-page life plan:
High school, college, joining her father's company, working hard, proving herself, becoming president, taking over the family business, becoming a businesswoman that everyone admires... Such a future is perfect, but compared to Luke, it is like dirt and stone under the stars, not worth mentioning.
Luke stood up and invited,
"Beautiful Ivan, may I ask you to dance?"
Ivan nodded subconsciously, but before he could react, Luke pulled him into the dance floor.
The two people leaned against each other and swayed gently to the music.
Luke lowered his voice and said, "Don't take what I just said seriously."
"What?"
"Everyone has his or her own future. You have yours, I have mine. There is no need to repeat someone else's life."
"But..."
Luke stretched out his index finger and shook it gently.
"You're a smart girl. Don't get stuck in a dead end. If you feel lost, try changing the subject. For example, try guessing what the handsome guy you're dancing with is thinking right now."
Ivan was stunned, and his expression instantly became strange.
The boy's hands on his waist were very unruly, and his eyes kept looking into his chest.
Her pretty face started to turn red, her mind was confused, and her thoughts were also in chaos.
"You...you want to pursue me?"
"No!"
Luke shook his head, "I just want a kiss!"
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The more Power Stones, the less you have to wait.