Summary
The cold silver fork paused in Lu Chen’s fingers. Its tip pierced the carefully pan-fried wagyu, drizzled with black truffle sauce. The dark brown sauce slowly seeped out, like an ugly, unhealing old scar. In the vast restaurant, only the overly ornate crystal chandelier above buzzed, pouring down an excessively bright light. The other end of the long dining table was empty. Three sets of bone china tableware, rimmed with gold, two of them untouched, starkly white, while only the set in front of him bore traces of sauce. The air was filled with the unique, slightly fishy scent of expensive ingredients after they had cooled. Today was his and Su Wan’s wedding.