Liuxian finished his last meeting on the second day at half past three in the afternoon, signed the final documents, handed everything to Zhang Wei, and told him he was done until they landed back in Beijing.
Zhang Wei looked at the stack of completed work and nodded with the satisfaction of someone whose boss had actually been efficient for once. "Enjoy the rest of the trip, sir."
Liuxian was already out the door.
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Guiying had been ready since nine in the morning.
He was sitting on the suite sofa in his outfit when Liuxian walked in, a cream linen short sleeve button up shirt left open at the collar, fitted beige trousers with a sharp crease, tan loafers, and a gold chain sitting at his throat. Simple, expensive, the kind of put together that looked effortless because the effort was invisible. His hair was his own, dark and slightly pushed back, no wig, no contacts. Just himself.
