The car finally pulled up in front of an extravagant restaurant. Lu Nian was still bound, his hands and mouth tied, his body stiff with resistance. Feng stepped out first, his presence immediately drawing the respectful bows of the manager and servants waiting outside. Without hesitation, he opened the car door and scooped Lu Nian into his arms.
"Mmph—!" Lu Nian tried to protest through the gag, thrashing against Feng's chest. But Feng's grip was unyielding, a dangerous mix of strength and possessiveness.
Inside, the private dining room was already prepared—an elegant spread of fragrant dishes waiting under the soft glow of chandeliers. Feng set Lu Nian down on a chair, untied the cloth from his mouth, and watched as Lu Nian's furious voice burst out immediately.
"What the hell are you doing?! Untie my hands!"
Feng only smiled, leaning closer, his fingers brushing Lu Nian's messy hair with surprising gentleness.
