Xia Yuqing stood in front of Lu Corporation, staring up at the tall glass building that pierced the clouds like a cold blade. The structure gleamed under the sun, proud and unfeeling—just like its master.
A chill ran down her spine. Somehow, the building seemed to mock her, to mirror the coldness and heartbreak that belonged to Lu Jinchen himself.
Her fingers tightened around her bag. The dread of what was about to happen pressed down on her chest until it hurt to breathe. This was it—the end of everything. The final string that tied her to him was about to break.
Taking a deep breath, she squared her shoulders and stepped inside. The moment she entered the lobby, every head turned. The air changed instantly.
People paused mid-sentence, mid-step, eyes wide with surprise.
"Isn't that Mrs. Lu?" someone whispered.
"Didn't they get divorced?" another voice muttered.
"What is she doing here?"
"Are they going to reconcile?"
"But isn't Mr. Lu going to get engaged to Miss Tang?"
