Sang Lu glanced out the window.
The sky had darkened completely.
Low-hanging clouds loomed ominously, as if they might drop at any moment.
"Wait a second, I need to reply to a message."
After saying this to Xiaomei, Sang Lu picked up her phone and began typing.
Perhaps it was because Feng Yan had been acting as her personal chauffeur to and from work for the past while, but sending him her current location now felt almost instinctive—a habit formed without much thought.
......
Up ahead, the congested stretch of road was finally cleared by traffic police.
Assistant Fang lightly pressed the accelerator.
Just then, the sound of a phone vibrating came from the back seat.
He instinctively glanced in the rearview mirror.
There, he saw the usually composed CEO Feng, who had been shrouded in a gloomy aura moments ago, suddenly straighten up. The chill around him dissipated as he coolly lifted his gaze and said, "Cancel the dinner meeting."
Then, he recited the address of a restaurant.
"Right away, CEO Feng!" Assistant Fang responded promptly.
Internally, he mused: No wonder CEO Feng looked so displeased earlier—it must’ve been the traffic.
Keeping his eyes fixed on the road, Assistant Fang drove with renewed focus.
......
"It looks like it’s about to rain outside—"
Lu Sheng glanced out the window before turning his attention to the two women seated across the table.
"—Let me give you both a ride later."
"Sure!" Xiaomei accepted cheerfully.
"No need for me," Sang Lu declined politely. "Just take Xiaomei."
Lu Sheng’s expression faltered slightly as he looked at Sang Lu.
A flicker of disappointment, barely noticeable, passed through his eyes.
Truthfully, last night, before sending that text to Sang Lu, he had wrestled with his thoughts for a while.
If his goal had simply been to expand his professional network in the media industry, there were plenty of other ways to do so.
But after unexpectedly running into Sang Lu, long-buried high school memories began resurfacing.
He remembered how, back then, club president Sang Lu had always carried herself with effortless grace and infectious energy.
She got along with everyone and organized events flawlessly.
Back in those days, he had been wholly focused on academics. Even though he received love letters and confessions from girls almost daily, he had never entertained such thoughts.
Now, having returned after years abroad, older and more experienced, Lu Sheng—whose life and work still followed the disciplined mindset of a top student—approached everything by seeking the optimal solution.
At this stage in his life, if he were to define the "optimal solution" for an ideal partner...
Well, it would probably be someone like Sang Lu.
Same industry, shared professional interests.
And, as if by fate, shared history too.
Holding onto this quiet hope, he had tapped open a phone number that had lain untouched in his contacts for years.
Now, as Sang Lu and Xiaomei continued chatting, Lu Sheng stole another glance at Sang Lu.
I wonder if she’s seeing someone...
The three of them drifted in and out of casual conversation afterward.
Lu Sheng tried several times to subtly probe for an answer but couldn’t find the right opening.
No matter. Now that I’m back and we’re in the same field, there’ll probably be more chances to meet.
"By the way, do you two remember that trip Teacher Zhang organized for the whole club to shoot the sunrise right before graduation?" Lu Sheng suddenly asked.
"How could I forget? We had to climb before dawn and ended up with legs covered in bug bites," Xiaomei lamented, visibly pained by the memory.
Sang Lu chuckled. "And then it poured—we never even saw the sunrise. Just slurped instant noodles and scrambled back down..."
"How about we pick a day to go hiking and watch the sunrise together?" Lu Sheng suggested, smiling at Sang Lu. "Relive the old memories and make up for that disappointment?"
Before his words fully settled—
A tall, imposing figure entered Lu Sheng’s line of sight.
He lifted his gaze just as the man stopped beside their table.
Following Lu Sheng’s stare, Sang Lu and Xiaomei turned to look.
When Sang Lu saw Feng Yan’s face, surprise flickered across her expression.
Instinctively, she checked the time.
Only fifteen minutes had passed since she’d replied to his message.
At this hour, the inner ring road should’ve been jammed.
She’d assumed they’d have to chat a while longer before he arrived—yet here he was, impossibly fast.
"You’re so quick!" The words slipped out before she could stop herself.
Feng Yan lowered his gaze. With an absentminded motion, he rested his arm on the back of Sang Lu’s chair and replied in a deep voice, "Mn. No traffic."
A simple answer.
But the casual intimacy of his posture spoke volumes to anyone watching.
Lu Sheng stiffened slightly, studying the unexpected newcomer.
The man wore an impeccably tailored suit, sharp and commanding, exuding an air of elite sophistication. His features were striking yet aloof, his expressionless face radiating an almost aristocratic detachment.
When Lu Sheng’s eyes met his, Feng Yan’s gaze shifted—cold, assessing—locking onto him with a look so penetrating it felt like being pinned in place.
No outright hostility, but no warmth either.
Under that scrutiny, Lu Sheng froze, a strange sense of exposure creeping over him.
Does this man... see right through me?
His carefully concealed intentions suddenly felt laid bare.
Just as Lu Sheng parted his lips to ask, "Sang Lu, who is this—?"
Another suited man approached, nodding deferentially to the ice-cold CEO before turning to Sang Lu.
"Good evening, Mrs. Feng."
Mrs. Feng.
Three syllables that nailed Lu Sheng to his chair.
Xiaomei’s eyes widened.
"Sang Lu—you’re married?!"
Sang Lu grinned broadly and nodded.
"Yeah, I'm married."
Lu Sheng's gaze was still fixed on the man's face in shock.
He noticed the man's frosty expression soften slightly upon hearing Sang Lu's reply.
A sinking feeling settled in Lu Sheng's chest. To mask his awkwardness, he pushed back his chair and said, "I'll go settle the bill."
"No need, it's already been taken care of," Fang Assistant interjected promptly.
As an assistant, it was only natural to handle such trivial matters ahead of time—especially when accompanying the boss to pick up his wife.
"Well, I’ll be heading off then," Sang Lu said, slinging her bag over her shoulder as she bid farewell to Lu Sheng and Xiaomei. "Xiaomei, remember to text me when you get home, okay?"
"Mm-hmm!" Xiaomei nodded mechanically, still reeling from the revelation.
Oh my god.
Sang Lu’s husband is so handsome.
And he looks so familiar.
Like I’ve seen him somewhere before.
But she couldn’t quite place where.
As she watched their retreating figures, Xiaomei racked her brain.
Just as they pushed open the restaurant door, she saw the man take Sang Lu’s hand.
His strides were steady, his profile cold and detached under the dim evening light, exuding an aura of commanding dominance as he led Sang Lu into a luxury car parked by the curb.
The license plate was a coveted sequential number—one that couldn’t be bought with money alone.
Suddenly, Xiaomei slapped her thigh in realization and gasped,
"I remember now! Sang Lu’s husband is him!"
Lu Sheng turned. "Who?"
"The CEO of Feng Corporation—Feng Yan!"
Lu Sheng’s heart plummeted.
Feng Yan.
Even abroad, he’d heard that name.
His expression froze as he stared at the luxury car outside the window.
It started, then drove away.
Lu Sheng let out a self-deprecating laugh.
To think that just minutes ago, he’d been speculating whether Sang Lu was single.
How absurd.
