The crystal chandelier shed a soft radiance, bathing the private room in a brilliant but not blinding light.
A pleasant, high-end fragrance floated in the air, and the interior decor was so exquisite and magnificent it could rival the Upper City District.
Yuan Liang looked at Jiang Qingli, asking for her preferences.
Jiang Qingli wasn't a picky eater, so she said anything was fine.
Yuan Liang was paying for this gathering out of his own pocket, and he didn't hold back, ordering the finest wine.
But he also had a bit of a selfish motive.
He arranged for Qin Muye to sit next to Jiang Qingli, while conveniently moving Que Feiling to the seat furthest away.
Back when Yuan Liang worked under Shen Chi, he had looked after Qin Muye as if he were a young master. Now that Shen Chi had passed away, his only wish aside from his work was for Qin Muye to live well and be happy.
Anyone with eyes could see how infatuated Qin Muye was with Jiang Qingli.
