Dragon Raja 2; Chapter 58: Dandelion (5)

Dragon Raja 2

Yes, yes, Nono was great. She drove a fiery red Ferrari, wore a fiery red bikini, and had a rare “A”-rank bloodline—one of the best among hybrids. She was only twenty years old, but when she put on heels, she dominated the room like a little empress, drawing every gaze towards her. Who knew how dazzling she would be by the time she was twenty-five? And her mind was endlessly intricate, like a book you could never fully understand, but wanted to keep reading forever. If he could be with her, he’d never run out of things to do in life—just trying to understand her. He wouldn’t need to worry about his future; the little witch seemed to be from a notable family and was dependable.

Overall, Nono was perfect, and compared to her, Chen Wenwen was just an ordinary girl. But Nono was too far out of reach; he was just Nono’s lackey, running errands for her. Only someone like Caesar could match Nono.

Would you choose the goddess beyond reach or the girl right in front of you?

Chen Wenwen was looking at you! She was probably waiting for you to say something!

Stop thinking about it, brother! Chasing after the little witch will get you nowhere! It’s just a toad lusting after a swan! How does the saying go? “A bird in the hand is worth two in the bush!” The golden phoenix in the sky isn’t as good as the little crow on a branch! Just think, if you confessed now, you might finally get rid of your single status! You could finally have a girlfriend! You’ve never even held a girl’s waist before! You’ve never had your own Valentine’s chocolate! Don’t you want that? All it takes is one sentence! Just one word! The 998 eight-heart, eight-arrow natural diamond necklace could be yours! Limited quantity, hurry up! Pick up the phone and order now…

Something strange seemed to slip into his thoughts… Get back on track… Don’t you want this wonderful thing? All it takes is one word! No more spending Valentine’s Day watching Brokeback Mountain with Finger! You might even get a defining kiss! Look at Chen Wenwen’s soft, petal-like lips under the candlelight—don’t tell me you’re not tempted?

A thousand and one little devils were dancing in Lu Mingfei’s heart.

Damn it! That settles it! A man who doesn’t chase after a girl wastes his youth! What am I waiting for? The food will be cold by the time I decide! Forget about the fancy cheesecake—confession needs words, not a cake!

He suddenly raised his head, looking across the table, “Actually, I like…”

“Calm down, don’t spit food in my face.” Across the table, Lu Mingze calmly sliced a piece of tuna belly.

It wasn’t the plump little cousin of Lu Mingfei, but the devilish version of Lu Mingze, the one who had made a life pact with him. The little guy’s hair was meticulously combed, he wore a black suit with a high-collared shirt, a bow tie, and had a lace-edged handkerchief in his breast pocket. He blended perfectly with the restaurant’s atmosphere, making it seem as if he were just another guest here. Next to him, Chen Wenwen in her white dress appeared out of place.

Talk about mentioning the devil, and the devil appears!

“I really didn’t plan on spitting at you,” Lu Mingfei said halfway, suddenly lifting his plate. “I was thinking of smashing it over your head!”

“You’ve been having an internal struggle for so long, I got a bit bored waiting, so I summoned you for a chat. Oh, and happy birthday, brother.” Lu Mingze raised his glass, taking a sip before frowning.

“Out of the five famous Bordeaux wineries, Margaux is my least favorite because although it’s a Bordeaux vineyard, its wine tastes somewhat like a Burgundy.” Lu Mingze sniffed the wine, shaking his head. “The tuna belly is cooked well, though if it were me, I’d pair it with matsutake mushrooms instead of truffles. Let me try your lamb…”

Lu Mingfei pushed his palm against Lu Mingze’s forehead, shoving him away, then quickly devoured the rest of the lamb.

“So stingy, I just wanted a bite of your lamb,” Lu Mingze said.

“I’m making sure you don’t always get what you want. Otherwise, you’d always have me following your lead.” Lu Mingfei sneered.

“How could that be? You’re my most important client. As long as you have three more summons left, I’ll serve you faithfully.” Lu Mingze smiled. “But don’t worry, we won’t force you. This time, it’s not a summon—just a proactive customer follow-up.”

“If there’s nothing else, get out of my sight! I’m having dinner with my fi—” Lu Mingfei stopped himself. Chen Wenwen wasn’t his “first love.”

“First crush,” Lu Mingze helpfully corrected.

“Get lost! Anyway, I’m having dinner with a beautiful girl. Can you please let me return to the real world? Seeing you kills my appetite.”

“I quite like the ambiance of this restaurant,” Lu Mingze ignored him, glancing around. “That old ship coordinates well with the aged elm wood floor, but the designer also used marble and organic resin to modernize the space, creating a harmonious blend of new and old—private yet open. No wonder the prices here are so steep.”

“Why are you babbling? None of this concerns you. Get lost if there’s nothing urgent.”

“I especially like this table. It seems like an ordinary spot, but from here, you can see in all directions—like you have the whole space in your grasp.” Lu Mingze pushed aside the plates and glasses, propping his elbows on the table, fingers intertwined under his chin, staring into Lu Mingfei’s eyes. “This is a seat of power and authority.”

“Here we go again…” Lu Mingfei covered his face.

“Don’t you like it? You’ve already felt the joy that power and authority bring, haven’t you?” Lu Mingze smiled.

“Joy of power and authority? It’s the joy of being with a girl. Are you out of your mind?”

“Have you ever felt this sense of control before? The feeling of holding something firmly in your grasp, not fearing it will escape.” Lu Mingze raised his wine glass. “In fact, the process of making a top-class red wine and a regular red wine is almost the same—grow grapes, ferment in oak barrels, filter, and bottle. But the price of the former is thousands of times higher than the latter. Most people can’t even tell the difference between the taste of a top wine and an ordinary one; they need to drink them side by side to discern. But they still claim to love the art of wine and are obsessed with collecting the most expensive ones. Do you know why?”

“For showing off.”

“No, not just for that. Tasting the most expensive wine makes these people feel like they possess power. Expensive wine carries with it countless intangible values—crafted by skilled winemakers, praised by sommeliers, hyped by fashion elites. This bottle may cost eight thousand, not because of the wine itself, but because of the intangible value surrounding it. Those values are far more valuable than the wine itself.” Lu Mingze spoke softly. “Humans drink this wine as if savoring the essence of power—bright red, just like blood.”

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