The capital of Japan.
A luxurious private estate.
Inside a spacious room, the walls were adorned with a dense array of clothing. On shelves sat brand-name bags that would make countless women swoon, each costing at least hundreds of thousands of US dollars. Another wall was dedicated to a collection of dazzling high heels.
This was a walk-in closet that countless women dreamed of.
At this moment, Morita Yui hummed a tune, a pile of clothes scattered on the floor.
Since the afternoon, she had shut herself in the walk-in closet.
She had tried on numerous outfits but remained unsatisfied with each.
"Listening to Teacher Jiangnan's voice, he should not be very old. Boys of this age probably prefer a mature and sexy style."
Although people said men were loyal and always preferred eighteen-year-olds, age and style were different. Men of every age had a preferred style.
With this thought, she took out another low-cut halter top and a pleated skirt, putting them on.
She looked in the mirror, assessing her appearance, and fell into thought.
Her gaze swept across the wardrobe, finally settling on a loose casual jacket.
Normally, Morita Yui favored an OL style. Today, however, her attire was pure with a hint of sexiness. The low-cut halter top accentuated her impressive cleavage, while a loose jacket was worn over it. Her fair, slender legs were encased in sheer nude stockings, exuding charm without much vulgarity.
A knock echoed on the door.
Morita Yui faltered slightly, then a smile curved her lips. "The door isn't closed."
The door was pushed open, and her sister, Morita Yumi, saw the meticulously dressed Morita Yui. A flicker of profound surprise crossed her beautiful eyes.
She knew her sister enjoyed dressing up, but today…
"Are you going out?" she asked, surprised.
"Of course," Morita Yui nodded.
"This outfit is rather unusual for you," Morita Yumi frowned. She had never seen her sister wear clothes in this style before.
"Does it look good?" Morita Yui spread her arms and twirled in front of her sister.
Morita Yumi did not answer. Instead, she continued, "Who are you meeting?"
In her memory, her sister was entirely focused on the company, her greatest ambition being to take over Nivei Entertainment in her place. To that end, she had shown little interest in boys since childhood. Now, to be so elaborately dressed, she wouldn't believe it was just for shopping. Yet, a date also seemed hard to believe.
"I don't mind telling you, the person I'm meeting is Jiangnan," Morita Yui said. She took a designer bag from a rack on the wall and tried it at her waist. She seemed dissatisfied, frowning slightly, and then reached for others.
"What!" Morita Yumi exclaimed, startled. "Jiangnan is in Japan?"
"Of course. I told you we're collaborating on a movie, and it will be released at the film festival," Morita Yui finally selected a suitable bag and looked at her sister. "As long as I win one of the top three at the film festival, the words 'acting chairman' can be removed, and I can take your place."
Morita Yumi's mood was not affected by her words. She asked with a half-smile, "Have you seen his photo?"
Morita Yui replied, "No, but his voice is very pleasant."
"Men with pleasant voices usually look ugly," Morita Yumi said, her lips curling. Then, as if thinking of something, she added, "Mr. Ting Yu is an exception."
Indeed, Ting Yu had a pleasant voice, was handsome, and talented – the ideal partner for any girl.
It was a pity that he had no interest in her whatsoever.
With that thought, a hint of melancholy flashed in Morita Yumi's eyes.
"Heh, Ting Yu is certainly handsome, but what good is handsomeness if you can't have him? Jiangnan is different. I have a great deal of confidence I can win him over. And as long as he's not excessively ugly, I can accept him," Morita Yui chuckled.
She was very confident in her looks and family background. Winning over Jiangnan was not an issue.
As long as this Jiangnan wasn't too ugly or too much older than her, she could consider giving him a chance based on his talent. After all, with this connection, she could achieve great success in the film industry and finally have her father hand over Nivei Entertainment to her.
"Heh, haven't you noticed that Jiangnan has never shown his face?" Morita Yumi leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed, a faint smile on her lips. "With such great fame, he still doesn't dare to show his face. What explanation is there other than him being too ugly to face people?"
It was true that Jiangnan's consistent refusal to appear in public must have had its reasons. He was now popular throughout Asia and even had a certain international reputation, yet he had never revealed his face publicly. Thus, rumors circulated online that Jiangnan was afraid of losing fans if he showed his face due to his ugliness.
This explanation had been circulating online for a while, and many people believed it.
Morita Yui's expression darkened. This was her biggest concern. "Hmph, I don't want to waste words with you. I'm going for a sweet date with Mr. Jiangnan."
With that, she gathered her things and prepared to leave.
Morita Yumi remained leaning against the doorframe, emitting a mocking laugh. "Why not have dinner first? I'm afraid if Jiangnan is too ugly, you won't be able to eat when you see him."
Bang!
As soon as she finished speaking, the door was shut by Morita Yui.
The sound of the closing door was enough to indicate that Morita Yui had been angered.
…
At the foot of Mount Fuji.
On the rooftop of the Wyman Hotel.
This was a very special private room in the hotel, surrounded by exquisite greenery and artistic ornaments. The location was excellent, offering a panoramic view of Mount Fuji from the rooftop, with the city landscape on the other side.
Su Yu, led by a young female server, arrived at the dining area.
Morita Yui had not yet arrived. She had called earlier to say she was caught in some traffic.
"Rich people really know how to enjoy themselves."
Upon reaching the rooftop, Su Yu felt a sense of openness. The scenery was beautiful, soft music played, candles were lit on the table, and there was even an artificial hot spring not far from where they would be dining.
"Miss Yui will be here in a moment, sir. You can enjoy the hot spring for a while."
"Ah?" Su Yu was taken aback. Do people in this country take a hot spring bath before a meal?
"Rest assured, sir, this is a private room, and no one will enter," the server said, bowing slightly.
Aren't you someone…
Su Yu thought in his mind.
"Never mind, I'll just enjoy the view for a while," he shook his head.
He wasn't accustomed to bathing in front of strangers. If Lin Yanyu were with him, he might try this Japanese-style bathing. However, with Morita Yui potentially arriving at any moment, he couldn't very well meet a business partner with his torso bare.
The server said nothing more and stepped aside.
About ten minutes later.
The elevator doors opened, and Morita Yui emerged.
She glanced at the waiting server, who understood and entered the elevator.
At this moment, Su Yu had his back to her and had not noticed her arrival.
Morita Yui's beautiful eyes scrutinized Su Yu.
He was about 1.85 meters tall. Judging by his back, she let out a sigh of relief. With such a perfect back, he shouldn't be too ugly!
"Mr. Jiangnan, apologies for making you wait!" Morita Yui approached Su Yu from behind and said apologetically in her not-so-fluent Mandarin.
Then, Su Yu, in her beautiful eyes, slowly turned around.
The next second.
When she clearly saw Su Yu's face, which held a slight smile.
She froze, like a statue, her mind blank!
…
ps: I wrote about car racing because I felt the need for some fresh plot points. After all, constantly writing about songs and movies, and audience reactions, it's not just you who's tired of it, I'm nearly tired of writing it myself. I wanted to try writing in other aspects. The idea of car racing suddenly came to mind, so I incorporated it. However, it did somewhat affect the main plot's rhythm. I apologize; consider those two days as extra content.