The atmosphere inside the club's private room was tranquil and solemn.
Soft lighting fell on the silver-white cheongsam, accentuating Ouyang Xianyue's voluptuous and graceful figure.
The orchid embroidery subtly appeared and disappeared in the interplay of light and shadow, gently moving with her breath.
Her gaze was calm and deep, quietly observing Xie Shuyu across from her.
She was beautiful and gentle.
Yet at this moment, Xie Shuyu felt that her world was unusually quiet.
There was only one thought in her mind.
She was dreaming!
But the slight pain at the tip of her tongue, the swirling scent of sandalwood in her nostrils, and the smooth ink painting in her palm.
They all clearly reminded her that this was real.
It wasn't some absurd illusion caused by Tang Song's manipulation.
But... but how was this possible?
Even if the identity of the Chairman of Rongliu Capital was somewhat acceptable.
After all, he had demonstrated immense wealth.
But Miss Ouyang?
