At daybreak the next morning, the sky was streaked with a chalky white, and the faint tinkling of wind chimes drifted to his ears.
Chen Yansen slowly opened his eyes, a creamy scent wafting into his nose.
The master bedroom, over thirty square meters in size, was sparsely but neatly furnished. Besides a soft, 1.8-meter-wide bed, there was only a vanity and a garment rack.
A scanty lace nightgown lay quietly on the walnut floor.
Last night, to celebrate Pinbei's daily sales breaking two billion, President Chen had been invited to President Ye's home for some dessert soup.
It had to be said that Ye Qiuping had a real talent for making soups and sweet desserts. She had been a little unpracticed at first, but now her skills were becoming ever more exquisite, and President Chen found them irresistible.
Chen Yansen sat up and reached for the phone on the nightstand. 4:57 AM. Outside the window, the world was still a dim gray.
