4:00 p.m.
Shencheng, Qianhai Free Trade Zone.
[Tang Yi Precision] Innovation Center.
The winter sunlight slanted in, bathing the spacious, stately room in a layer of gold.
Ouyang Xuanyue sat at her desk. Scattered across its broad surface were the technical roadmap for [Xuanji Light Realm], a global supply chain compliance report, and a board memorandum outlining key points.
Yet at that moment, she was not looking at the screen. Instead, she lowered her gaze and wrote lines of flowing cursive on an A4 sheet with a fountain pen.
"Colorful threads lightly coil around jade-red arms, a small talisman hangs askew from green-cloud hair. A beauty meets her beloved after a thousand years."
As she wrote the final line, her wrist paused slightly.
Behind her, it was as if that warm, broad chest had once again pressed against her back.
Scorching breath brushed her neck, and a large hand enclosed her wrist, guiding it freely across the rice paper—
Her heartbeat quickened slightly.
The corner of the elegant woman's mouth unconsciously curved into a soft smile she herself had not noticed.
There was even something of a young girl's lovestruck yearning about her, impossible to fully suppress.
But the next instant, she came back to herself. Her smile vanished at once, and she regained her usual poise.
Her brows slightly furrowed as she realized she had been distracted rather too often today.
Ever since she had been forced to lay everything bare before Su Yu last night, she had used Zheng Qiudong's ever-leaking mouth to quietly and precisely send out the signal that she had decided to step into the fray.
Jin WeiXiao, Mo Xiangwan, Wu Kezhi—
They had probably all learned of it by now.
At this moment, those people were surely frantically speculating about her motives and urgently