Chapter 87: A Life of Flying High Entering the private booth, the girl took off her mask. Her appearance was that of a rare Hong Kong-style mature beauty, with narrow, alluring eyes, thin and well-defined lips, and a captivating smile. When she wasn’t smiling, paired with bold red lipstick, she exuded a cold and distant elegance that seemed untouchable. Xiao Wang raised his eyebrows, finding her face familiar, though he couldn’t immediately place her. Lu Liang, on the other hand, looked surprised. “Miss Wen, I didn’t expect it to be you.” Last month, he and Su Wanyu had gone to the movies a few times and had seen the promotional poster for Helios. He had been struck by Wen Shanshan’s stunning look in the poster—a sexy and icy assassin with bold red lips, voluminous waves, and a tear-shaped mole that made her unforgettable. Hearing her surname, Xiao Wang suddenly remembered. “Didn’t you debut as part of a group with Yang Tianbao back in the day?” Wen Shanshan’s smile froze for a brief moment. “Young Master Wang, your memory is impressive. Yes, that did happen.” Lu Liang, still smiling, raised his glass to change the subject. “Let’s have a drink. I’ve watched Helios a few times. Miss Wen, your acting was truly remarkable. It’s just a pity your role was so limited.” His knowledge of Wen Shanshan came entirely from the movie poster for Helios. He had no clue about her past. Cheers erupted from the crowd as countless young men and women in the dance floor raised their arms in excitement. The next day, while working out at the gym, Lu Liang received a call from Wen Shanshan. She mentioned she was new to Magic City and unfamiliar with the area. She wondered if Lu Liang could show her around. “I’ve got plans today,” Lu Liang replied with a smile, politely declining. Wen Shanshan sounded disappointed and was about to hang up when Lu Liang suddenly changed his tone. “How about this: come help me check out some cars first, and then I’ll take you around later?” Recently, he’d been drinking more often than usual. As a law-abiding citizen, he couldn’t drive under the influence, so he had been relying on hired drivers. Even Xiao Wang had suggested it was time for him to get a full-time chauffeur. "Reciprocating favors is only proper," Lu Liang said casually. Wen Shanshan was thrilled and immediately agreed. “Where are you staying? I’ll pick you up in a bit.” After learning her location, Lu Liang returned home, changed into fresh clothes, and drove out. He met her at the entrance of the Four Seasons Hotel. She was wearing a green maxi dress with low-heeled shoes, clearly aware of how well she suited a sophisticated, mature style. There was no entourage, just her alone, standing at the door with a parasol, a solitary figure. “Miss Wen, you seem quite different from other celebrities,” Lu Liang said with a smile. In his impression, celebrities usually went out surrounded by a glamorous entourage. At the very least, there would be three to five assistants accompanying them. Wen Shanshan responded with a playful pout, “I’m not some big star. Just a nobody in the entertainment industry. Call me Shanshan, please.” “Alright, Shanshan. Let’s go check out some cars first, and in the afternoon, I’ll show you around Magic City.” “You already have a Lamborghini—what kind of car are you looking to buy now?” Wen Shanshan asked curiously. The night before, she had looked up information about Lu Liang online and discovered he was quite an impressive financial tycoon. Two of his well-known victories were widely circulated: one earning 128 million yuan and another raking in 70 million U.S. dollars. The thought of it made her heart race. The financial world was undoubtedly at the very top of the food chain. What’s more, Lu Liang had made a name for himself internationally. Even in Hong Kong, powerful figures would have to show him respect. So, that morning, she had dressed up beautifully and taken the initiative to invite him out. “The Lamborghini is just for fun. I still need an executive car. I’m planning to check out some Bentleys,” Lu Liang replied. He’d always had a fondness for Bentleys. The iconic “B” with wings represented the soaring, dynamic life he aspired to. “Jealous,” Wen Shanshan said bitterly. After so many years of hard work, she didn’t even own an apartment in Hong Kong, let alone a car. Saying “the Lamborghini is just for fun” was something only someone as wealthy as Lu Liang could nonchalantly utter. Lu Liang smiled and said, “You’re a good actress. You’re just one or two good opportunities away. Once you make it big, you’ll have everything.” “Making it big is unreasonable. Not making it big, no one cares. It’s not that simple,” Wen Shanshan sighed, a tinge of sadness in her voice. “In a few days, I’ll see if any of my friends have a good script and if there’s a role that suits you,” Lu Liang offered warmly. Feeling for her, he placed a comforting hand on her shoulder and pulled out a tissue to help wipe away her tears. She didn’t resist, her eyes glistening with unshed tears. “Brother Liang, you’re so kind to me.” Lu Liang softly consoled her, “Don’t be too upset. I just can’t bear to see a pearl covered in dust. You have a bright future ahead of you. One day, you’ll stand on an even bigger stage and become the brightest star of them all.”