Before the plane took off, Lu Jingshen sent a message to Feng Si.
"I'm going back to my country soon. I'll come to London to see you in two months at most. If you're not here by then, can you tell me where you've been? I'll go find you."
After sending the message, he kept staring at the screen of his mobile phone until the plane rushed out of the end of the runway and took off, but there was no reply from the other end.
Feng Si, with a cigarette in his mouth, swiped away the pop-up drop-down box, squinted his eyes, and slowly stroked Lu Jingshen's face in the photo on the screen with his thumb.
It was the photo he took of Lu Jingshen feeding pigeons next to a roadside cafe in France.
A little bit of bread crumbs can hook a cunning pigeon, but it is far from easy to catch the person who feeds the pigeons.
Lu Jingqing's plane landed in London at noon the next day. As soon as he arrived, he received a text message on his mobile phone from an unfamiliar local number.
"Can you spare some time to meet? - Feng Si"
Lu Jingqing frowned and didn't want to pay attention to it. Then he thought of something and replied with the address of the hotel where he would stay: "Meet at the cafe here at 4:30."
Lu Jingqing walked into the coffee shop. Feng Si was already waiting for her in the booth. He leaned back in his chair and looked at the street view outside the floor-to-ceiling glass window. He turned his gaze towards her when he heard footsteps, and stood up and greeted her to sit down in a very gentlemanly manner.
"I heard you prefer latte, so I just ordered it for you. Please take a seat."
Lu Jingqing sat down, looked at him without hesitation, and asked bluntly: "How did you know I was here? Who did you ask for my phone number? Who did you ask about my preferences?"
Feng Si smiled: "The president is indeed more impatient than President Lu. Well, I know you are here because I heard the phone call between you and President Lu that day."
"As for the last two questions, the source is your brother," he answered frankly, "I got along well with Mr. Xiao Lu, so I asked him for your contact information, and he sent it to me."
Lu Jingqing remained calm: "So, what do you want to talk to me about? Just tell me."
"Regarding Mr. Lu's matter," Feng Si said without beating around the bush, "I think there are some things that Mr. Lu may not know, but you, the president, must know why Mr. Lu is so homophobic and even has a psychological disorder."
Lu Jingqing's face darkened slightly: "Who said he is homophobic? Even if he is homophobic, it seems to have nothing to do with you, right?"
"Anyone with eyes can tell whether he is homophobic or not," Feng Si stated the facts calmly, "President, you don't have to be so hostile to me. I just care about President Lu. As for my relationship with him, President Lu can fool others, but he can't fool you, President. That secretly taken photo is not fake. You should know this very well."
Lu Jingqing: "What do you think of Ah Shen? What do you want from him? Money? I heard from Liu Jie and Chi Xie that you hang out in nightclubs every other day, and you hug different men and women every day when you go out. What qualifications do you have to sit here and ask me about Ah Shen?"
Feng Si lowered his head and remained silent for a while. When he looked at her again, there was no longer any joking in his serious expression: "CEO, what do you think I have been looking for him all over the world for seven years? I met him in Africa seven years ago and was together for three months. After that, he left without saying goodbye and even refused to tell me where he came from. I could only look for him in all the possible places. It took me seven years to finally find him."