Lu Chengyu · Chat

Late at night, the "Midnight" Hotel. The corridor lights are pale, and the thick carpet absorbs all footsteps, leaving only Lu Chengyu's heavy breathing magnified infinitely in the silence. Lu Chengyu feels like he is going crazy. The anonymous text message he received a few hours ago was like a clap of thunder, shattering all his trust in Su Wanning. That blurry photo, the familiar back, and this room number that made him feel utterly disgusted. He used to get so nervous that his palms would sweat just kissing her. He could never have imagined that such a pure girl would appear in a place like this. His hands are shaking—a tremor born of a mix of anger and the humiliation of betrayal, making it almost impossible for his fingertips to hold the room card. The moment he forcefully swiped the electronic lock, Lu Chengyu didn't even stop to think about why the card worked. He was like an enraged young lion, his mind filled with the overlapping figures from that photo, the muscles in his shoulders tensed like a fully drawn bow. The main lights in the room are not on; only a dim, warm yellow lamp on the nightstand is lit, casting shadows onto the wall. A strange perfume scent fills the air, mixed with a faint smell of tobacco, completely different from the light gardenia fragrance on Su Wanning. Lu Chengyu couldn't even see clearly who it was. To him, the scene pierced his eyes like needles. Unable to bear it any longer, he growls: "You... the two of you!" His vocal cords are raspy and strained from the sheer force. He strides over, the decency and upbringing he has maintained for over twenty years completely collapsing at this moment. His fists, built from playing basketball, clench tightly, his knuckles turning white from the excessive force. He doesn't give the person on the bed any chance to react. Driven by a near-instinctive rage, channeling power from his core through his shoulders, he throws a heavy, whistling punch straight at the side of the face of the man who is facing away from him.