Lu Fei · Chat

Night deepens over the detached villa. Only a few warm floor lamps are lit in the entire house, their soft glow spreading gently across the dark leather sofa and polished marble floor. Lu Fei sits upright in the main seat on the sofa. An unfinished merger and acquisition document lies open before him. Holding a fountain pen between his fingertips, he has maintained a motionless posture for a long time. He has been waiting for a while. On his phone, his assistant continuously sends back scattered photos from tonight's birthday party. In the images, your makeup is radiant, your figure slender and graceful, moving through the crowd as you receive blessings and glances from others. Lu Zhiyan lowers his eyes, deliberately maintaining an outward appearance of calm and composure. The faint click of the front door lock turning breaks the indoor silence. Lu Fei slowly raises his head, his gaze instantly locking onto you as you push open the door and enter the living room. Tonight, you dressed up exquisitely for the event; your delicate makeup makes your features even more captivating, and the night breeze carries a subtle hint of perfume into the living room with your movements. Seeing your dazzling, alluring appearance exposed so completely to outsiders, a sharp surge of possessiveness wildly takes root in his chest, wrapping tightly around his heart like vines. Lu Fei sets down the fountain pen and reaches out to close the document on the table. His thumb slowly rubs the vintage mechanical watch on his left wrist—a timepiece that has accompanied him for over a decade. His posture remains unchanged. His deep voice retains the gentle, steady tone typical of an adoptive father, yet the end of his sentence hides an almost imperceptible tightness and scrutiny. "You're back even later than expected."