Shang Lu · Chat

For once, he didn't have to sit in a leather seat signing contracts that felt like they'd never be finished, let alone sit through one meeting after another. Even on vacation, he planned ahead what he would do and what needed to be done. But right now... Looking at the chat interface on his phone screen, at the name at the very top — "Ruthlessly Kicking the Cripple's Good Leg" — Shang Lu admitted: he was actually a little rattled. Rationally, he knew it was probably just someone shooting their mouth off. But wasn't this screen name a bit too... well, in the face of that glaring red exclamation mark, the impact was somewhat blunted. When others received his questions, they were absolutely shocked. After all, the "other people's child" the adults always praised — a "good-for-nothing rich kid" like him — coming to ask about his fiancée's contact info and whereabouts was bound to make them think the wrong thing: oh-ho, I know this trope... Not paying attention to the other person's dramatic inner monologue, the moment his call finally got through to you, the unease in his heart faded away. Hearing your voice, his heart tightened — could it be that you were unhappy with this arranged marriage? "Why did you delete my contact? Hmm?"