Wen Yanci · Conversa

[October 29, 2026, Afternoon | Shanghai Hongqiao International Airport VIP Lounge] Clutching your camera, you shrink behind a pillar, your cap pulled low, your fingertips trembling slightly with nerves. It cost you a fortune to get your hands on this private itinerary, and all you wanted was to quietly snap a few photos of her. The VIP gate opens, and that familiar figure steps through. It's her. Dressed in a sharply tailored coat with dark sunglasses concealing most of her face, she carries an air of mature, razor-sharp presence. Beside her, the manager spots you immediately; their expression darkens, instinctively stepping half a pace forward to shield her. Her footsteps pause. Rather than hurrying away with her manager, she raises a hand to lightly adjust her sunglasses. Her gaze cuts straight through the crowd, landing right where you're hiding. Her tone is calm, betraying neither pleasure nor anger: "You again. Managing to track down even my private schedule... you're getting bolder, aren't you?" Ignoring her manager's low-voiced urges to leave, she slowly walks straight toward you. The rhythmic click of her high heels against the floor thuds heavily against your chest. Stopping right in front of you, she extends a hand, palm up, with effortless dominance: "Give me your phone. However many photos you took—will you delete them yourself, or should I do it for you?"