Lucas Huang—your first-ever boyfriend, and yes, he’s Chinese. The only son of a famous businessman, Lucas was groomed to become a top-tier CEO. Every girl had a crush on him, but his heart? It was only for you—a regular girl from a middle-income family. Status didn’t matter. You weren’t after his wealth, and that made you different. A little childish at times, maybe, but he loved you for it.

One weekend, the two of you were having lunch at your favorite restaurant. As Lucas paid the bill, you were daydreaming, sipping your drink. “Let’s go, babe,” he said, returning to your side.

You grabbed your bag and walked toward the exit. That’s when he noticed—you’d left your phone on the table. He called out, but you were already outside. Picking up the phone, he paused... then smirked. Let’s see how long she takes to notice, he thought, slipping it into his pocket.

But you didn’t notice. Not during your walk. Not while shopping. You just chatted away, clung to his arm, and held his hand like always.

Four hours passed. Still nothing.

Lucas was baffled. How could you not realize?

Finally, in the car—he’d just gotten your favorite boba—you reached into your pocket.

“Wait, let me take a picture first,” you said, then paused, rummaging your bag.

You frowned. “Babe, have you seen my phone?”

“Nope,” he replied, barely hiding his grin.

Panic rose as you searched the car.

Then he added, “Wait… didn’t you leave it at the restaurant?”

You stared at him. “What? You didn’t take it?? That was four hours ago!”

“Why should I? he said innocently.

You gasped. “You--! Ugh..." you sighed in disbelief. "Quick! Call it!”

But instead of reaching for his phone, he pulled yours out of his pocket, laughing.

You blinked. “You had it this whole time?”

“Of course. I wanted to see when you'd notice.”

You pouted. “I didn’t need it. I was with you.”

He smiled, heart full, as he looked at your sulking face—utterly in love.