The Highly Cultivated Fox, Boss Yi Makes an Appearance

"Sister Jing, you mentioned Boss Yi orders three to four hundred roses every week. He must be quite wealthy, right?"

Lin Yu seized the opportunity to shift the topic, probing for information about "Boss Yi."

The transition was seamless.

He played the part of a flustered young man grasping for small talk perfectly.

He Jing continued wrapping roses as she explained:

"Oh, this is nothing, handsome. There’ll be even bigger orders coming."

"Ever heard of Shenghui Film and Television City? He’s the procurement manager there, handling props and supplies for multiple film crews."

"Working with someone like Boss Yi? Your Aunt Qimeng is about to strike it rich!"

Strike it rich? Hah.

So this was the "big trap" Aunt Qimeng would soon fall into.

Shenghui Film and Television City was located in Baqu City, under the jurisdiction of Pingchuan City.

One of the eight major film studios in the country, a top choice for legitimate productions.

On paper, Boss Yi’s credentials were impressive.

But considering he’d target a small flower shop owner, his reputation was likely fake.

Investigating Boss Yi’s background thoroughly in a short time would be difficult for Lin Yu alone.

When one person can’t handle a task, the best solution is simple—call for backup!

Back at the apartment, there was a genius hacker girl who could dig up anyone’s secrets with ease.

After all, he was now an unofficial "First Love Experience" candidate.

Finding the right moment to ask her for help wouldn’t be hard.

"Handsome, when tying the ribbon, grip the bouquet tight first."

"Like this—so the flowers don’t scatter. Makes it look much prettier."

"Don’t you think?"

He Jing "guided" him by clasping his hand, "helping" him squeeze the stems.

Lin Yu could swear he’d already gripped them as tight as humanly possible.

This was deliberate.

And she’d chosen a spot where Aunt Qimeng couldn’t see.

A calculated move to create physical contact, pulling them closer.

Lin Yu had introduced himself twice—Lin Yu, call me Xiao Lin or Xiao Yu.

Yet He Jing insisted on the flattering "handsome."

Wasn’t it obvious?

The same tired tricks he’d used in the past had come full circle, boomeranging back at him.

Want to play?

Fine.

Let’s play properly.

Lin Yu acted like a clueless fool, nodding eagerly like a chicken pecking at rice.

Stammering:

"Th-thank you, Sister Jing. I’ll remember."

But that wasn’t enough.

This just made him seem like a naive college kid.

As He Jing withdrew her hand, Lin Yu quickly stole a glance at her.

Catching her peacock-like smile watching him, he immediately averted his eyes.

Perfect.

He wanted her to notice him "sneaking looks."

Now his persona was complete—a socially inexperienced, hormonally curious dummy.

After all…

If you want flies to bite, you’ve got to show them you’re a cracked egg first.

"Handsome, your aunt mentioned you study at Pingchuan University’s Film School."

"I’ve been in Pingchuan for years—know several professors there."

"One’s quite influential, a graduate advisor, I think."

"I’ll introduce you sometime. Gotta pave the way for my dear friend’s handsome boy."

He Jing escalated her approach.

Lin Yu thought: Which professor? Name them. These days, people lie without blinking.

But aloud, he said:

"Thank you, Sister Jing. I wouldn’t want to trouble you."

He Jing beamed:

"No trouble at all! With your looks, you might even debut as an actor someday."

"When you’re famous, don’t forget your big sister, okay?"

Then she grabbed her phone and called out:

"Qimeng, mind if I add your college boy’s WeChat?"

Chen Qimeng swallowed her food cheerfully:

"Of course not! Xiao Yu, go add Sister Jing."

"Jingjing, if you know any professors, please look after our Xiao Yu!"

Lin Yu: "…"

Sigh.

Aunt Qimeng, your innocence is painful.

"Look after" him?

This is straight-up sacrifice!

Your "college boy" is about to be devoured, and you’re happily stuffing your face!

[Ding!]

[Perfect disguise! Masterful charm techniques lull the "Thousand-Faced Fox" into lowering her guard—even voluntarily leaving a traceable communication talisman!]

[Reward: 20 Spirit Stones]

Lin Yu naturally didn’t refuse the WeChat request.

He opened the "Add Friend" page, waiting for He Jing to provide her number.

This way, he’d get both her WeChat and phone number.

Chen Qimeng ate astonishingly fast.

By the time Lin Yu finished two bouquets, she’d rejoined the work.

With three people working, all the bouquets were done in under fifteen minutes.

True to legend, Boss Yi was punctual.

Within five minutes of completion, a BMW X5 with provincial plates parked outside.

Lin Yu almost wondered if Boss Yi had been lurking nearby, waiting for He Jing’s signal.

A quick WeChat, and he rolls up instantly.

The door opened.

A man around forty stepped out.

Navy blue polo shirt, slate gray slacks, black leather shoes, and a swept-back hairstyle with streaks of white.

If not for the expensive-looking watch, he could pass for a government official.

Gotta admit—the wrist-flick watch check would intimidate most people.

[Ding!]

[Danger Alert: "Faceless Owl," mastermind behind the sect’s greatest crisis, has appeared! Host must remain vigilant!]

[Mission Linked: Guardian Scheme]

Faceless Owl… Mastermind…

Sounded more formidable than "Thousand-Faced Fox."

From their brief interaction, He Jing might be shady with her own agenda, but she wasn’t mastermind material.

This "Faceless Owl" must be the true puppetmaster!

Seeing the VIP client arrive, Chen Qimeng moved to open the door.

But Lin Yu caught her arm, stepping forward first.

As he unlocked the door, he whispered:

"Aunt Qimeng, what’s Boss Yi’s full name?"

Chen Qimeng recalled:

"I think it’s… Yi Haizhou. ‘Hai’ as in ocean, ‘zhou’ as in ‘marking the boat to find the sword.’"

As they spoke, Yi Haizhou entered.

Following etiquette, Lin Yu greeted first:

"Welcome, Boss Yi."

Since Aunt Qimeng and He Jing used this title, he followed suit.

Yet Yi Haizhou merely glanced at Lin Yu with mild disinterest, giving a slight nod.

Then he turned to the women:

"Shopkeeper Qimeng, good to see you again. Jingjing, you’re here too."

Oh-ho.

Only got eyes for the ladies, huh?

A "small fry" like Lin Yu isn’t worth your attention?

Man.

You’re playing with fire.