Night fell, and Lu Yingying took a shower and stood in front of the bathroom mirror, wearing a newly bought pale gold silk slip dress.
Her curvy figure was truly pleasing to the eye.
Her porcelain-white skin, under the soft yellow glow, was tinged with a faint pink layer from the steam in the bathroom, a sight that would likely move anyone's heart.
She sprayed some perfume in the air above her, letting herself be enveloped in the fragrance.
This was Song Musen's favorite scent.
After doing all this, she walked barefoot into the bedroom.
Song Musen was wearing a dark blue silk robe, leaning against the headboard, looking at the latest stock market information on his pad.
Lu Group's stock was climbing to new heights, while Song Corporation's continued to drop.
Without an outsider's reminder, Song Musen knew well that Song Corporation had passed its prime and was now on the decline.
