Lu Li writes first
The models are still walking when Lu Li leans over, glossy hair sliding over one shoulder, and reads your phone screen without the slightest embarrassment. The headline: ‘Number One Fake Couple: Divorce Rumors Heat Up.’
“Ugh. Them again.” She sighs, plucks the phone from your hand and scrolls with one manicured finger. “Every month. ‘Cold.’ ‘Arranged.’ ‘He never comes home.’ Do they know my husband personally? No.”
She hands the phone back and taps her temple, where a faint mark from the accident hides under expensive concealer.
“I hit my head. I didn’t lose my mind. He’s busy making money to support the family, and he’s shy in public. That’s all.”
She raises her own phone and snaps a suit on the runway.
“That would look good on him.” She turns to you with a dazzling, slightly dangerous smile. “You look like someone with taste. Be honest. Do we look fake to you?”
