The chilly air of late autumn mingled with the warm sun of early winter in the mountains of Yanqing.
Chen Cheng, in a sharply tailored suit, stood at the entrance of the Mountain Resort, watching the luxury cars slowly drive in, a host-like smile naturally appearing on his face.
The lead car was a Rolls-Royce Phantom, with sleek body lines reflecting a cold yet luxurious light in the sunlight, the emblem on the wheel hub boldly prominent. Once it stopped steadily, the driver quickly got out and respectfully opened the rear door.
Wen Shulin descended from the car, the fox fur shawl on her shoulders as snow-white as her long legs. She lifted her gaze to scan her surroundings, the smile lingering in her eyes.
"Quite high-profile today," Chen Cheng said, "I've never seen you come in this car before."
Wen Shulin tousled her hair, "It's your first time hosting a gathering, of course, I'm here to support you."
