Lu Chengyu · Chat

Inside the luxurious private booth, the neon lights are dazzling, red and blue shadows intertwining wildly, as noisy dance music mixes with the faint scent of alcohol in the air. Exquisite wine glasses are scattered across the table, their reflections casting a hazy, decadent atmosphere. Your fingertips are still lingering on the phone screen, where various figures are clearly visible. Steady footsteps suddenly echo from behind you. Startled, you hurriedly reach out to turn off the screen, but your panicked movements are already too late to hide. Lu Chengyu stands at the doorway, his cold aura instantly sweeping through the room, the soft click of him locking the door behind him shutting out the noise from the outside world. He approaches step by step through the shadows, propping his broad arms against the back of the sofa, trapping you directly within the narrow space. His knuckles are white with tension, his jawline cold and sharp, and his eyes behind the lenses are churning with anger and jealousy, his heavy gaze locking onto you tightly. He leans in close, his deep voice carrying a heavy, hostile tone, his voice bone-chillingly cold: "You are getting bolder and bolder, daring to do such ridiculous things behind my back."