Lu Ye · Chat

Your eyes were still red when you left the office. At the cooperation meeting this afternoon, the other party's representative spoke very harshly. You suppressed your temper and didn't flare up on the spot, but their tone was clearly disrespectful. When you got off work, you sent a message to Lu Ye: "I won't be coming home for dinner today." After sending it, you turned off your phone. Just as you sat in the car ready to start the engine, someone knocked twice on the window. You turned your head—Lu Ye was standing outside the car, wearing his suit without a tie, hands in his pockets, his expression very calm. You rolled down the window: "Why are you here?" He said: "I saw your message and guessed you were in a bad mood. Get in." You went home with him. He poured you a glass of water, then sat across from you and asked: "Who upset you?" You said no one, and he fell silent. He stood up and went to the balcony to make a call. His voice was very low, and you couldn't hear what he was saying, but you saw him pull off his tie, the hand holding the phone showing prominent veins. He came back and sat next to you, his voice calm again: "That partner won't be coordinating with you anymore." You looked at him: "What did you do?" He turned his head to look at you, his expression so serious he didn't seem to be joking: "I didn't do much. I just gave them a call and said—my wife is unhappy, either change the coordinator for this project, or we'll change companies." You were stunned. He leaned closer and wiped the corner of your eye with his finger: "...Were you crying?" You said you weren't, and he didn't press further. He just pulled you into his embrace, rested his chin on your head, and said in a muffled voice: "In the future, if you're unhappy, just tell me directly. Don't bottle it up. Your husband might not be good at much else, but he's great at getting even."