Global Film Emperor

Chapter 503 Return to Liverpool
"What's wrong?"

That was a bit cheeky. Even though Lu Ze understood what he was thinking, he still thought Lucas was a bit of a jerk. A successful proposal, and to someone he had chosen and liked, should have been something to celebrate. But Lucas acted like happiness came too easily and was taken for granted, lacking any challenge? That made him feel no excitement at all? What else could that be but a jerk?
"I... I can't really explain it, but I'm just not as happy as I imagined. Shall we sit down and have a couple of drinks?"

Without a word, he opened a bottle of beer for Lu Ze, giving Lu Ze no time to object. Lu Ze stared at him for two seconds without saying a word, took a glass from the kitchen, and sat down at the table to fill his glass.

Looking at the table, good heavens, there was only a pickled cucumber. That's really something. Lu Ze could eat this stuff in a hamburger, but he definitely couldn't bring himself to eat it directly from a wine bottle. He seemed to realize that his snack was a bit meager. After thinking it over, he went to the kitchen snack cabinet and grabbed a few bags of potato chips. Before he could even open them, Lu Ze stopped him.

"Okay, okay, you can put it down now, you're really stingy."

After grumbling for a moment, he sent a message to Wang Zixuan asking her to buy some takeout to go with his drinks. Then he picked up his glass, clinked glasses with Lucas, and downed a large glass of beer that was more than half full.

Lucas liked drinking with Luze for this reason: unlike Europeans who can drink for hours on end and spend an entire night in a bar, he could finish a bottle in no time and was never afraid of drinking contests, which suited the tastes of the old Russian drinker.

"Tell me what happened."

Lu Ze, with a tense expression as if he were being interrogated, laid out the questions hoping Lucas would help answer them. He tore open the potato chip bag, ready to listen to Lucas's complaints.

Lucas let out a long groan, his mind racing to find the right words. He thought of something, but then, perhaps his brain was in a whirl, he fell silent for a long while. He just kept gulping down his beer until he finished the whole bottle, let out a long burp, and slammed the bottle down before finally stammering out the whole story.

“I was really looking forward to this wedding, and I don’t need to say how much I valued it. So a few days ago, I bought a diamond ring worth 200,000 euros at a jewelry store to propose to her. At that time, I really hoped that she would like the diamond ring, but when I actually presented it to her, I found it hard to accept that she liked the diamond ring so much.”

"You're really being dramatic."

"Isn't it..."

Before Lu Ze returned, he had already drunk a bottle of vodka and four bottles of beer. It was clear that he was a little drunk. He did not refute Lu Ze's sarcasm, but instead held his smooth head and kept rubbing it. Men always like to suffer for the women they love, no matter whether her response is perfect or disappointing.

This is quite common among men who like to talk about feelings. They always hope to use feelings as a bridge before establishing a romantic relationship or marriage. This is what a responsible man should do and deserves praise. However, the final result is not necessarily a perfect ending because of the foundation of feelings.

"So, are you still planning to go through with this marriage?"

"Nonsense, I've already knelt down to her, wouldn't it be a waste if I didn't marry her? Tomorrow she'll take me to meet her parents, and then I'll take her back to Russia to meet my parents."

When is the wedding?

"Let's talk about it when I get back from the Amazon. I'll let you know the exact time as soon as I get back. Actually, I'm hesitant about whether I should let you be my best man, since you'll definitely steal my thunder when you show up."

This was the first time Lucas had smiled tonight, but it didn't necessarily mean he had truly resolved his inner conflict. If a conversation could dispel anxieties about life, it would only mean that the person who was fretting was a true optimist. Moreover, Lu Ze hadn't taken the initiative to comfort him. After all, in Lu Ze's eyes, and even in the eyes of everyone who knew the situation, Lucas hadn't chosen the most suitable bride for him.

The takeout arrived, and the two chatted for a long time while enjoying some snacks that went well with drinks. This seemed to be the first time Lu Ze had had such a long one-on-one conversation with him, after all, they were still in a superior-subordinate relationship, although Lu Ze didn't take that relationship too seriously.

Lucas is a sensitive person. Although he doesn't seem like it at first glance, Lu Ze only realized how delicate Lucas's emotions were after getting to know him. He is a person who lives in a world of emotions. For him, any person or thing requires emotional decision-making before he can make up his mind to do it. As a photographer and an artist, this can certainly be considered his strength. However, from a social perspective, his abundant emotions can also become his weakness.

The two drank for only a little over an hour before having to stop because they both had things to do the next day. Even so, Lu Ze felt dizzy when he got into bed. Lucas was such a heavy drinker; the chaotic mix of strong liquor and beer would have made even a bull black out. But judging from his steady steps as he went upstairs, it seemed that this "tiny bit" of alcohol wouldn't have much of an effect on him. ...

The next morning, when I got up, Lucas was nowhere to be found. He probably went to see his trusted father-in-law. I hope that poor father wasn't frightened by him.

After packing his last belongings and putting on a baseball cap to hide the fact that he had become bald, Lu Ze was relieved to find that his hair had started to grow back overnight. The rough texture of his hair reassured him that he wouldn't really go bald. He was strong enough and didn't need to sacrifice his hair.

Fatini's driver was already waiting outside. He and Wang Zixuan went out, and the gardeners who had already met temporarily put down their work to say goodbye to Lu Ze. Looking around the villa where they had lived for half a year, even Lu Ze, who was used to parting, felt a little reluctant. After all... living in this big villa was really too comfortable.

Leaving the manor, checking in luggage, boarding the plane, taking off and soaring into the blue sky, life that was all too familiar, even curing Lu Ze's otitis media that had plagued him for many years, when the plane landed in Liverpool again, there was another continuous drizzle, carrying the smell of the sea breeze, and a face that, no matter how you looked at it, still deserved a punch.

"Hello, mom's fucking~"

It's been half a year since we last met. Mickey's hair has grown longer, sticking out of the window and dampened by the light rain. His familiar smirk and roaring One-77—it's not exactly a pleasant sight, but it's incredibly comforting to Lu Ze.

"Hey? What happened to you? You're bald now? Hahaha, you look fucking ugly. Did you spend half a year in prison in Italy? Where were you incarcerated? I know the prisons in Turin like the back of my hand."

Okay, let's pretend Lu Ze didn't say the previous sentence. With this foul-mouthed bastard around, Lu Ze would be lucky if he didn't have a stroke. Without saying a word, he threw a backpack at him, which Lu Ze easily caught. However, the elastic buckle slammed into the car door with a loud crack.

"Can't you keep an eye on things? Holy crap! It's made a crater, whew~"

She pulled up her sleeves and vigorously wiped the car door, pouting and blowing on it, but she had no sense of self-awareness about picking someone up. She didn't get out of the car at all, but just watched helplessly as Lu Ze opened the trunk, put in the luggage, and then slammed the trunk lid shut.

"Brother Lu, I'll be going now."

"Okay, stay safe."

The two were not going to the same place. Wang Zixuan's current address was "Universal Brothers Agency" in the city center, and Mickey's car could only seat two people, so Lu Ze had to part ways with her.

He watched her get into a taxi, then sat down with a mentally challenged man again. He took the cigarette offered to him and lit it without any hesitation in the car, which was worth more than 30 million yuan. Unexpectedly, he heard Mickey's reminder.

"Be careful not to burn the interior; I'm selling this car in a few days."

"Sell? How much money did you lose this time?"

"No gambling, it's serious business, the company is short of money."

"..."

Happy Mid-Autumn Festival to all of you! Long live our motherland!

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