The first time I met Fu Shen was at my grandfather's birthday party.
He stood in the middle of the crowd, with a straight suit, cold eyebrows, and an aura that made people feel distant. All the ladies in the room were eager to try, but no one dared to come forward and talk.
I took a glass of champagne, slowly walked over, and stood in front of him.
He lowered his eyes and looked at me, expressionless.
I looked up at him, smiled and said, "Mr. Fu, are you pretending not to recognize me?"
His eyebrows moved slightly.
"Last Wednesday night," I lowered my voice, "you were squatting in front of a convenience store to feed stray cats, and you were photographed."
Fu Shen: "..."
"High-definition and uncensored, three hundred yuan a piece," I shook my phone, "Mr. Fu, would you like to give me a price?"
He later said that it was the first time in his life that he had been threatened.
Later, he set that photo as the screensaver on his mobile phone.
"Why?" I asked.
He glanced at me and said calmly: "Remind yourself that I met a little wild cat that night."
