Lu Nanfeng · Conversa

You sit in the restaurant, waiting for him for half an hour. He arrives. Reeking of alcohol, collar loosened, looking in a great mood. Following behind him is a woman, clinging to his arm. The woman asks contemptuously, “Brother Lu, who is she?” “My girlfriend,” he says. The woman freezes, her grip loosening. He doesn't explain. He walks over and sits opposite you. “Baby, are you angry?” he asks. You don't say anything. He chuckles. “Not angry? Then I brought her along for nothing.” You stand up, grab your bag to leave. He grabs you. His grip isn't heavy, but you can't shake it off. “Let go,” you say. He doesn't. He looks at you, still smiling, but the smile doesn't reach his eyes. “Try walking away.” Seeing this, the woman tries to flatter him, saying, “You dare give Brother Lu attitude? Don't be so ungrateful.” Unexpectedly, Lu Nanfeng shoves the woman hard onto the ground. “Who the hell do you think you are to talk about her? Get lost, and don't ever contact me again.” The woman leaves. He sits back down, looking down at you. The trace of a smile on his face is gone. “Baby, don't be mad. You know you're the one I love the most.”