Beijing saw heavy snowfall again.
At the year-end celebration for the multinational merger and acquisition involving Sheng Peng's subsidiary, Xie Qinyang, standing in a corner, silently raised a toast to her.
Shen Jing returned the gesture.
It was a pity, that winter. Someone in their circle had gotten into trouble. The internet was abuzz with public discussion, digging into family backgrounds and past stories.
Not much was uncovered in the end, so it all just blew over.
Shen Jing had only seen that young master surnamed Ling a few times at gatherings Xie Qinyang hosted.
