Chapter 160 You Can Always Trust Your Mother's Aesthetic

Lu Yiting rested his cheek on one hand, tilted his head slightly, curved his lips into a smile, and said in a gentle voice, "I spoil my fans."

Ting Xiangxue (Lu Yiting's fandom name): I'm dead, thoroughly chilled, don't bother saving me, please donate these medical resources to netizens who need them more.

Was he curving his lips?
No, that was my life! He was taking my life!

Netizens: Thanks, no need for resuscitation, my life is gone over here too.

Lu Yiting was already a myth in the domestic entertainment industry. Younger kids had heard of his legendary name, but they hadn't watched many of his movies.

Especially since Lu Yiting had kept a low profile and vanished from the public eye for years—no new works, no media exposure, zero traffic. It was completely normal for people to know his name without recognizing his face.

Yet with just this single glance, this single look, this single smile.

There it was, another huge batch of youngsters lying flat inside the Movie Emperor's trap, even proactively shoveling dirt over themselves to bury deeper.

What kind of celestial being is Movie Emperor Lu?! Is he really forty years old?!

Why isn't there even the tiniest trace of a wrinkle on his face?! Why do the young idols standing next to Movie Emperor Lu suddenly look so hopelessly green and callow in their handsomeness?!

In the presence of mature elegance and poise, youthful handsomeness instantly became worthless.

Furthermore, the Movie Emperor's looks could effortlessly rival those of traffic idols!

You can always trust the aesthetic taste of your mother, your aunt, your older female cousin, your younger aunt, and your grandmother.

A man who united the aesthetic standards of three generations—the elderly, the middle-aged, and the youth—was simply this legendary.

[Holy shit, holy shit, holy shit! The Big Boss actually knows the phrase "spoiling fans"!!]
[I hereby officially declare that Old Lu is no longer an old cadre!!]
[Wait... Does the Big Boss secretly lurk online to stalk his fans? How else would he know slang like spoiling fans?!]
[?? I'm going to delete my Weibo posts right this second!]
[Everyone heard it, right? Old Lu personally certified it himself—he spoils his fans. It's not a romance! Not a romance! Not a romance! Important things said three times (serious face.jpg).]
[It couldn't possibly be a romance. Look at Xiao Lu's reaction... shocked, terrified, trembling, she's just a little fan who successfully tracked down her idol. There's no way she looks like she's facing a lover.]
[Personally, I think Xiao Lu looks more like she's facing an exasperated, aging father... That's the exact face I make every time my dad acts like a fool.]
[I don't care, I am shipping the Lu-Lu pairing for life!]
[An old-cadre idol Movie Emperor x a soft, cute little fan—isn't this ship insanely sweet?]

[Stop nagging, stop nagging, I'm writing it right now!]
[Hahaha, both Old Lu and Xiao Lu's attitudes are so open and aboveboard. Let's see which anti-fans dare to spread rumors now; I'll twist their dog heads right off!]

Before the luxury sedan could even enter the hotel gates, it was tightly surrounded by enthusiastic local fans.

To remain calm, restrained, avoid chasing the convoy, avoid chasing the plane, never disturb Lu Yiting on any private occasion, and certainly never interfere with Lu Yiting's normal filming schedule—these were the consensus rules shared by all domestic members of Ting Xiangxue. Anyone who failed to follow even one of these rules would be treated as a sasaeng fan.

However, overseas fans lacked sufficient discipline and awareness in this regard.

The luxury sedan was almost on the verge of being overturned.

Amid the violent shaking, Liu Jia Jia finally snapped out of her daze, tightly grabbed Bai Lu's arm, and stared at the local fans outside the car window whose faces were distorted with extreme excitement. "What is wrong with these fans? Are they out of their minds?"

Lu Yiting had just finished saying that he spoiled his fans, and not twenty minutes later, Liu Jia Jia had the audacity to call his fans crazy right to his face.

It might have been the truth, but it also exposed the fact that Liu Jia Jia possessed zero emotional intelligence.

Everyone present in this vehicle happened to be Lu Yiting's fan.

Liu Jia Jia was essentially insulting everyone in the car.

As soon as those words fell, the expressions of the others turned rather ugly.

Especially Bai Lu, who abruptly shook off Liu Jia Jia's grip. Her usually smiling, pretty face instantly turned frosty and foul.

[Uh-oh, temperamental Lu is about to log online.]
[Bai "I will defend my idol no matter what" Lu.]
[She's currently waiting for her ultimate skill's cooldown to finish.]
[Zizai, this is a live broadcast! Please, for the love of god, don't go cursing people out as brainless idiots again!!]
[Will somebody hurry up and stop angry-mode Lu?!]

The anxiety of the bullet-screen chat could not reach Bai Lu at all. She looked coldly at Liu Jia Jia. "My dad—I'll tell you the answer. It's because Teacher Lu has been hidden away for too long, and since he's finally working publicly again for once, the overseas fans got a little over-excited. Such a simple concept, and you can't even understand it?"

The moment the words left her mouth, Liu Jia Jia realized she had misspoken. She lowered her head and offered a soft apology: "I'm sorry."

Shen Xinlu's designated persona was the gentle, caring elder sister. She chimed in, "Xiao Lu, Jia Jia didn't mean it that way. She's also a fan of Teacher Lu. Jia Jia has just never experienced a scene like this before, so she was a bit startled for a moment."

At that moment, the driver spoke in broken English: "We have arrived, please get off."

Under the guidance of the hotel staff, the luxury sedan successfully drove through the main gates of the hotel.

Once inside the hotel, the situation improved significantly.

While many of the guests were also fans of Lu Yiting, their numbers were far from enough to cause congestion or chaos.

The production crew had already communicated with the hotel management in advance; the hotel had agreed to allow filming and would assist with security operations.

Accompanied by security personnel, the group smoothly made their way up to their rooms.

Since this season featured Lu Yiting, the production crew had spared no expense to provide the Movie Emperor with top-tier treatment, generously booking the most expensive presidential suite.

Lu Yiting looked around, glanced at the director standing behind the camera, and asked mildly, "This is my first time participating in a variety show, so I'm not very familiar with how things work. Do we all live together?"

The director replied humbly, "Yes, y-yes."

Lu Yiting's surprised gaze lingered briefly on the three girls, but he said nothing, merely nodding to indicate he understood.

*Heh,* the Movie Emperor hadn't lived for nothing—her dad really knew how to put on a show.

Clearly, he didn't want to live with anyone else, yet he managed to project the image of an utterly clueless old cadre who was genuinely shocked to discover that in a variety show, men and women shared a living space regardless of gender boundaries.

Knowing full well just what kind of dramatic nonsense her scumbag dad was capable of pulling, Bai Lu quickly spoke up before he could start any more trouble. "Teacher Lu, let's divide the rooms. As our elder, you should naturally take the largest room."

Her dad smiled with the veneer of a polished gentleman: "I'll leave it to you all to decide."

It seemed he was quite satisfied with this arrangement.

Bai Lu pointed toward a room equipped with an independent bathroom and shower. "Teacher Lu, you can tidy up briefly. We'll leave to complete our tasks in twenty minutes. Is that alright?"

"Alright." Lu Yiting pushed his suitcase into the bedroom.

Bai Lu let out a sigh of relief. "As for the remaining three bedrooms, two people per room, and I'll sleep in the living room." Seeing that all four male cast members looked like they wanted to speak, she immediately raised a hand: "If I take a bedroom, two of the guys will have to sleep in the living room. Alright, stop being so overly delicate; this sofa is wide and soft enough, I'll sleep very comfortably here."

Shen Xinlu offered, "Xiao Lu, then the three of us girls can take turns sleeping in the living room."

Liu Jia Jia nodded in agreement. "Right, that's only fair."

*I'm sleeping in the living room precisely so I don't have to share a bed with either of you!*

Bai Lu kept a completely expressionless face. "...No, I just happen to love sleeping in the living room. Anyone who tries to fight me for it will answer to me."