Shuiyue Villa was located in an area of Beijing where land was worth its weight in gold. Such a courtyard-style villa was the epitome of luxury. Shen Cheng drove into the villa grounds, got out of his car, opened the main door to the house, and glanced at the familiar decorations. He turned on the lights, sat on the sofa, and stared at the enormous wedding portrait hanging on the wall.
Gazing at the affectionate couple in the photograph, his eyes turned distant. After Wanyou's death, he had never set foot in this place again. This was his first time back. Everything remained unchanged. Save for the servants who cleaned it regularly, it was exactly as it had been when Wanyou was still alive.
The room was filled with a faint Magnolia Fragrance, Wanyou's favorite. He just sits there, chain-smoking, Shangguan You thought, concealed from sight, a cold sneer touching her lips as she watched Shen Cheng on the sofa.
