Dragon Raja 3; Chapter 307: Tokyo Love Story (3)

Dragon Raja 3

“One’s a clueless princess, totally ignorant of the world, and the other is a hopeless romantic novice. They’re like two inert compounds that won’t react naturally on their own. We need a catalyst. That’s why I ordered the delivery company to send over that bottle of Black Dragon sake. Usually, alcohol breaks down barriers between men and women—champagne and red wine are practically aphrodisiacs. But it seems like it didn’t work this time. The alcohol only calmed Lu Mingfei down; it didn’t boost his courage.”

“Tsk tsk! Not even as bold as a beast!” Su Enxi said, frustrated. “If I were a man, I’d be totally mesmerized by Uesugi Erii’s beauty!”

“If it were Chu Zihang, I’d believe he’s immune to a pretty face. But Lu Mingfei? He’s just scared of Uesugi Erii. To him, she’s not a beautiful girl; she’s a human weapon. Plus, his feelings for Chen Motong are still too strong. To break that, he needs to recognize Erii’s beauty as a girl. On the other hand, winning over Uesugi Erii is simpler. The only young man she’s ever interacted with is Chisei, so if we can make Lu Mingfei seem better than Chisei, we’ll win her over.”

“That sounds tough. We need to teach a clueless princess what feminine charm is in just a few days, and her rival is the witch-like Chen Motong. Meanwhile, we’ve got to turn this loser into a romantic gentleman who can surpass Chisei—who’s not only a born super-hybrid but also the leader of Japan’s yakuza and so handsome that I’d want his photo as my desktop wallpaper. What makes Lu Mingfei think he can compete with that?”

Su Enxi had the ability to cause financial storms, mobilize hundreds of billions of dollars, and push a country to bankruptcy. But making a blockhead fall in love with a loser? That was beyond her capabilities. However, orders from the boss had to be carried out. As the hidden director of Lu Mingfei’s life, the boss had been writing an epic of world-saving proportions for this underdog. But now the plot had suddenly taken a turn toward romance, and it had to be a grand love story—this was driving her and Mai to their wits’ end.

“So we need experts,” Mai said, rising from the bathtub. She took down a black Prada business suit from the wall, pairing it with sheer black stockings and shiny black high heels. “Time to suit up, girl. College dorm life is over. It’s time to work.”

Fifteen minutes later, Whale pushed open the door to the secret office. “Boss, the guests have arrived. They’re waiting in the lobby.”

Mai slowly rose from the high-backed chair, her gaze cold and sharp as a blade. Whale shuddered involuntarily at the sight.

Just yesterday, the bosses had been slovenly college girls. Today, they had rearmed themselves, wearing sharp black suits and matching high heels. Their long hair was coiled into elegant buns atop their heads, and their eyeliner was sleek and precise—clear signs they were in battle mode. When these powerful women dressed up, it meant they were ready for war. The higher their heels, the greater the pressure they felt, and the fiercer their determination. Whale had no idea what major event had put the bosses under such pressure, but the sense of imminent danger was palpable.

In the lobby sat a variety of characters: long-haired artists, trendy fashion designers, and steady managers. Equipment cases were stacked high in the corners, and everyone was eagerly awaiting the start of the meeting.

The door swung open, and Mai strode in, her skirt swishing in the breeze. After a brief silence, the room broke into applause. This wasn’t the first time Mai had received such a warm welcome. Turning heads wherever she went was an everyday occurrence for her.

She walked to the front of the circular fish tank and raised her hand, signaling for the applause to stop. The clapping ceased immediately. What commanded the room more than her beauty was her aura—a cold, dangerous presence that felt like a deadly blade. Today, she was like a bewitching sword, and anyone admiring her beauty was also crushed by the weight of her presence.

“You are all experts in your respective fields, and I’m glad you accepted our institution’s invitation to complete this project. First, allow me to introduce myself. I am Director Mai, and this is Assistant Director Su Enxi. Now, please introduce yourselves.”

“Kumagai Shunji, fashion stylist.”

“Ryoji Suzuki, relationship counselor.”

“Sango Yui, model.”

“Wu Gong Xianzhi, no real job, just drifting through life,” said the long-haired artist with a casual smile. His smile was charming and had an irresistible allure.

Mai clapped her hands gently. “Thank you, everyone. From now on, we are colleagues. As you all know, our institution is producing a reality show. We will be filming and following the romantic journey of two ordinary people, presenting it in full to the audience. To ensure that this is a genuine romance, not something scripted, our actors have taken a drug that temporarily causes amnesia, making them forget they are on a show. They wake up from a hangover and meet in a love hotel. You are experts from various fields, and we have invited you here to help guide this couple, creating a perfect love story. We are their think tank, their Venus and Cupid, and we look forward to your best efforts.”

“Could you explain how our work will proceed in more detail?” asked the fashion stylist, Kumagai Shunji, raising his hand.

“A mobile team will be working on the front lines, and we need your expertise. If the male actor takes the female actor shopping, Kumagai Shunji, we’ll need your advice on fashion choices. Since Sango Yui’s figure is identical to the female actor’s, you’ll try on outfits that Kumagai chooses for her. When the actors hit an emotional low, Ryoji Suzuki, we’ll need you to provide counseling solutions. And when we need them to spark the strongest love connection…”

“Ready to go anytime!” Wu Gong Xianzhi raised his hand.

“With our help, the actors will experience the most perfect romance in the world. They will meet the right person, in the right place, at the right time. And when they decide to walk down the sacred aisle of marriage…”

A young man stood up proudly. “Greetings, everyone. I am Haneda from Divine Marriage Agency. We organize top-tier weddings of all kinds. According to the script, we’ll host a royal-level Japanese wedding for the couple at Meiji Shrine.”

“Securing the entire Meiji Shrine—is everything sorted with the Imperial Household Agency?” Mai asked.

“Our agency has a great relationship with the Imperial Household. I guarantee it will be the wedding of the century, one that newlyweds worldwide will envy!”

“Great! Any more questions? This is the last chance for questions before we begin,” Mai glanced at her watch.

“What’s the show called?” asked the beautiful model, Sango Yui.

“Tokyo Love Story, the most perfect Tokyo Love Story in the world,” Mai said slowly.

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