Subtle jealousy fluttered around the small room. Although Mou Keyan usually displayed a uniquely generous and composed demeanor, different from other girls, she would still have her own feelings whenever something new happened at Golden Stone Media. "Is this what you call favoritism?" Lu Jincheng chuckled, reached out, and gently pressed a finger against her lips. "She really is suitable for the current track; the company just gave her a little push, and it turned out unexpectedly well." "If we’re talking favoritism, no one compares to my bias towards you." The bright red lipstick was parted by the man’s fingers. The small pout quickly turned into a bright smile. "Alright, you’re the boss. Whatever you say, I believe." Mou Keyan spread her hands and blinked at Lu Jincheng, seamlessly switching to another topic. "Here, the key to the house, I’m giving it back to you." "Why are you giving the key back?" Lu Jincheng watched her actions but didn’t take it, staying frozen in place. "I am moving to Goddess Castle tomorrow; I might be shooting for a long time, and the house will be empty anyway." Mou Keyan appeared to be reasonable, leaning forward slightly. Her gentle voice and eyes shimmered with affection like they were filled with water. "You could... have Qingyue come stay." Emotional intelligence. What is a truly high emotional intelligence? A woman who can seize opportunities at the dawn of the chaotic internet era and become a major influencer is naturally no simple individual. She understands limits, can see the big picture, and knows when to advance and retreat. In private, she can be an obedient little puppy, but at work, she is an indispensable right-hand supporter. Mou Keyan first subtly expressed a hint of unhappiness and then quickly switched topics to test Lu Jincheng’s attitude. Ji Shu isn’t biased, for good reason. She hasn’t climbed into the boss’s bed yet. And... what about Qingyue? Yu Qingyue, who has already seized her opportunity, waiting like a predator for her moment to reap the rewards? This strategy of retreating to advance was a clear sign Mou Keyan played freely. Indeed, she achieved her anticipated result. "What’s the point of having her come stay?" Lu Jincheng laughed quietly, stuffing the key back into her hands firmly. "Just go and enjoy your reality show, stop overthinking." "Even if the house is empty, no one else is staying there." Mou Keyan pouted and drawled charmingly, "I’m just worried you’ll be lonely~ and want to find you some company." "Alright, alright, such a green tea vibe." Mr. Lu didn’t indulge her little act, directly piercing through Mou Keyan’s courteous facade. He smiled and tapped her shoulder, showing his approval. Who said ’green tea’ must be derogatory? A true master at being a ’green tea’ can make interactions feel refreshing, and even their little tricks provide ample emotional value. "Do you like me, or do you like green tea?" The senior sister was indeed an interesting person. She not only caught Mr. Lu’s words, but also ensured none of his casual remarks fell flat. She pattered barefoot, like performing magic, to the living room’s fridge, returning with two bottles of green tea drink, laughing. Holding a bottle in each hand, she swung her lively eyes in front of the man. "You like both me and green tea." Lu Jincheng was amused too, taking a large gulp from the bottle. The two of them leaned shoulder to shoulder against the headboard; the recent combat had been quite intense, so much that they hadn’t even pulled the curtains. Moonlight spilled onto the massive mattress, and in the half-light, Mou Keyan’s radiant features could be faintly seen between her wavy curls. "Isn’t this vacation tiring for you?" In the pauses in their conversation, Mr. Lu would raise his phone, replying to messages from his various confidantes. After all, it was his first day back in Jiang City, and he needed to inform everyone of his whereabouts. This was basic courtesy and a manifestation of providing a sense of security. "Either the body or the spirit has to be on the road." Lu Jincheng seemingly answered casually, yet his words carried a hint of Zen. Miao Miao was the first woman in his rebirth and one of the people who knew him the best. So, he even held his mobile screen at an open angle parallel to his face. Should Mou Keyan lean over, she could clearly see his chat screen with other girls. Mr. Lu was genuine and open. There’s a fundamental difference in the logic of treating a lover versus treating a girlfriend. Blatantly unscrupulous yet truly genuine in his libertine ways. "You say you’re not biased... hmph." Mou Keyan originally tried hard to restrain her gaze, out of respect, not peeking at the man’s phone screen. Eventually realizing, he wasn’t even concerned. If she wanted to look, she could, with no intention to hide from her. A woman’s innate curiosity was instantly piqued, and gossip ensued. She noticed a familiar avatar, belonging to a female host from the company. The other had sent a provocative selfie, with minimal clothing and an almost illicit figure, enough to make anyone’s blood race. Lu Jincheng, who had seen a lot, only replied with a thumbs up. As the owner of an MCN company, he encountered such matters often, and Mou Keyan understood completely. But the next new message had an even more familiar avatar that she recognized. It was from her friend, Zhong Ruixi. The other sent a selfie, wearing a thick, plush pajama, making a heart sign with squinting eyes. How should this be put? Aside from her pretty face, the content was almost painstakingly mundane.