Tina withdrew gracefully, her footsteps fading at the end of the thick carpet.
The atmosphere in the spacious tea room became subtly tense.
Ouyang Xuanyue raised a hand, signaling for Lin Mu Xue and Xiao Jing to sit across from her.
Then, she personally lifted the antique Ru Ware teapot. With a slight turn of her wrist, amber-colored tea streamed out in fine threads, precisely filling two empty aroma cups.
Her movements flowed as naturally as drifting clouds and running water, carrying a pleasing rhythm.
It was not a performance, but the refinement and poise ingrained in her bones.
Xiao Xue and Xiao Jing exchanged a glance before cautiously taking their seats.
"Thank you, Ms. Ouyang." (*2)
Lin Mu Xue's voice was extremely soft, but her heart pounded like a drum.
This was her first time meeting the legendary "Precision Queen," Ouyang Xuanyue.
That name, which existed only on the front pages of financial news and elite forums, was even more beautiful and commanding than she had imagined.
Unlike Tina's rigid yet refined European aristocratic air.
Ms. Ouyang before them possessed a unique charm, one that perfectly fused the elegance and magnificence of Huaxia's foremost elite families with modern sophistication. Though she was also a renowned big shot, she differed from Director Jin's sharp, overwhelming presence.
She was like an unfathomable ancient pool—calm, still, mature, and noble.
Combined with her identity, it was hard for Xiao Xue, once a Fake Socialite, not to feel awed.
"No need to be so nervous." Seeing the two of them as if they were facing a great enemy, a friendly smile appeared on Ouyang Xuanyue's face. "I'm not that scary-looking, am I?"
Her gentle, slightly self-deprecating remark instantly eased much of the tense atmosphere.
Xiao Jing's eyes flickered. She immediately revealed a sweet smile