Chapter 57: The Man by Her Side Is Truly Delicate

While waiting for her luggage, Bai Lu walked a bit farther away to call her father.

Her father was probably busy, as it was his agent who answered.

“Xiao Lu? Bai Lu? How did you get Movie King Lu’s number?”

“Hello, Sister Mei.” Bai Lu greeted her cheerfully. “I moved recently and now live just below Movie King Lu. We exchanged numbers.”

Mei Mei’s tone was full of suspicion. “Why are you looking for Movie King Lu?”

Bai Lu: “…”

Did they suspect her of trying to seduce her father to get ahead again?

She was exhausted.

Fortunately, her father soon picked up the call himself. “Don’t answer my private calls without permission. Speak.”

Bai Lu treaded carefully. “Dad, I need to create a fake couple for a reality show. Please don’t misunderstand, it’s just for the show.”

Lu Yiting: “Is that brat Yu Fuqing forcing you?”

“No, no. It’s my idea. Dad, you’ll understand once you see the show. Huo Yan Sui is just too good-looking. He doesn’t need any skills—just his face is enough to make money. I want to sign him; he’s a gold mine.”

Lu Yiting: “A Sui? Ha, that’s the same A Sui you called about from the hospital, right?”

“…Dad, I’m your daughter. All I ever think about is money, and you know it best.”

Lu Yiting snorted. “If you dare to fall in love early, I’ll break your legs!”

Bai Lu stared at her phone’s dark screen.

He was furious.

Did she really seem like the kind who’d lose her head over love?

Nonsense!

She was all about her career!

Nearby, Huo Yan Sui had also moved away from the crowd to make a call.

He waved at her, and Bai Lu trotted over.

“A Sui, were you looking for me?”

“Tang Xing wants to talk to you.” Huo Yan Sui handed her the phone and went to get her suitcase.

Bai Lu had barely said “Hello” when Tang Xing’s anxious voice came through. “Miss Bai, I’m begging you, please take extra care of young master A Sui. He’s never suffered or traveled alone before.”

Looking at the young master in plain sportswear who still couldn’t hide his air of nobility, Bai Lu sighed. “Got it. I’ll look after A Sui. Don’t worry.”

The men around her were all so delicate.

Her father was. So was A Sui.

Tang Xing pleaded, “Please, you must take good care of young master A Sui. If not, President Huo will skin me alive. If he refuses to take his medicine, try to get him to take the cold medicine—”

“He’s well-behaved. I already gave him his medicine,” Bai Lu replied helplessly. “If he still feels unwell, I’ll take him to a doctor, okay?”

Tang Xing: “…Thank you.”

As soon as he hung up, an old colleague, Xu Yi, asked him softly, “Assistant Tang, why did President Huo catch a cold?”

Tang Xing replied, “He was standing on the balcony, exposed to the cold wind all night.”

Xu Yi smiled faintly. “And you just let him stand out there?”

Tang Xing explained, “Bai Lu and Movie King Lu were boxing in 886, hugging and tussling all night. He watched from the balcony of 888. Would you have dared to stop him? His face… He’s never looked so grim, not even when the Huo family’s branch members were acting up.”

Xu Yi’s expression turned sour. “All for that national sweetheart? Assistant Tang, I was gone for just two months, and President Huo’s already bewitched by that little fox? He’s even gone public as an entertainer with a new name? And you didn’t try to stop him?”

Tang Xing: “…”

Xu Yi raised an eyebrow. “What’s that look for?”

“Bai Lu just wants to make money off President Huo’s face. She’s all about money, money, money. It’s President Huo who’s fallen for her.”

Xu Yi: “…”

Tang Xing was speechless. “That girl likes Lu Yiting; she just wants to launch President Huo for profit. He’s the only one with a crush.”

Xu Yi: “…”

Unbelievable!

Bai Lu hurried over to Huo Yan Sui and handed him the phone. “A Sui, Tang Xing is really worried about you. You have to be good, understand?”

She beckoned him, and Huo Yan Sui bent down.

Bai Lu rose on tiptoe, one hand on her own forehead, the other on his. “You still have a bit of a fever. If you feel unwell, tell someone and have the crew take you to the hospital. Don’t try to tough it out.”

Huo Yan Sui: “Okay.”

At that moment, the director began calling people over.

“Coming!” Bai Lu took his hand and whispered, “A Sui, it’s your first reality show. Don’t worry, just stay with me and I’ll take care of you.”

Huo Yan Sui gently squeezed her soft little hand in his large palm.

Bai Lu shivered and tried to pull away.

Huo Yan Sui said, “Fake couple.”

Bai Lu was a woman of action—she went for it without hesitation.

She took his arm. “You’re the celestial beauty, I’m your devoted admirer. You have to act cool. Just leave everything to me!”

Huo Yan Sui subtly shifted his arm a little farther from her.

And so the two of them walked forward together.

The director was dumbfounded. “Bai Lu, the camera’s about to roll. Shouldn’t you… keep some distance?”

Bai Lu clung to his arm, resting her head on his shoulder. “It’s fine. A Sui and I have known each other for ages.”

The director: “…”

Fine, the guests were eager to fake a couple, and both their looks were out of this world.

Such luck couldn’t be bought.

The VJ hoisted the camera, ready to go.

The production team announced the rules.

“Four days, eight landmarks, and you must check in at all of them. Each of you gets twenty thousand yen for food, lodging, and transportation—manage it yourselves, but you must act as a group. Here are your phones, the destinations are already programmed in. You can call or go online. Go!”

The rules were basically that there were no rules.

Lin Ye was stunned. “What can you do with this little money? Four days! Food, lodging, transport!”

Each person had twenty thousand yen, just a bit over a thousand yuan. If you were frugal, pinching every penny, it might just be enough.

Qiao Qianyi asked, “Can we use our own money—”

The director replied, “Hand over all personal belongings and phones. During filming, you can only use the phones provided by the crew.”

Bai Lu grew anxious. “What if I get an important call?”

Her father expected her to call daily with updates. If she didn’t, he’d kill her!

“Don’t worry, if there’s a personal call for you, the VJ following you will give you the phone.”

So Bai Lu was the first to hand over her belongings and phone.

Huo Yan Sui immediately followed.

Everyone else complied.

Only Qiao Qianyi stubbornly clung to her Hermès crocodile-skin luggage, and in the end, the director had to personally wrest it from her grip.

Di Jia’er, who had often performed here with his boy group and knew Osaka well, volunteered to be the guide. “Taxis here are too expensive—the meter jumps faster than our hearts. We’ll have to use trains and subways. There are single rides and weekly passes. Since we’ll be using public transport, I think the weekly pass is most cost-effective.”

Everyone nodded.

Di Jia’er lifted his suitcase. “Let’s find the subway station first.”

Everyone grabbed their luggage.

Qiao Qianyi stamped her foot. “Will someone please help me with my luggage?”

Bai Lu glanced back.

Good grief.

Miss Qiao had brought a dozen suitcases all by herself.

Was this a vacation?

No, this was immigration.