December 31, 2023, Sunday.
Yancheng, Yanjing Huating, Building 6.
7:20 a.m.
"Ring-ring—"
The alarm went off.
The bedroom curtains were tightly drawn. The lighting was dim, and the temperature was just right.
A slender arm reached out from beneath the down comforter and fumbled around beside the pillow for quite a while before finally grabbing the phone.
Still half-asleep, Zhao Yachian pressed the stop button. The faint glow of the screen illuminated her striking, well-defined features and scattered wine-red hair.
With her eyes half-closed, she mumbled something incoherently, rolled over, and buried her face back into the soft pillow.
About five minutes later.
Her long lashes fluttered, and Zhao Yachian finally shook off the last of her drowsiness.
She abruptly sat up in bed.
Her tall, 180-centimeter frame stretched out as the blanket slipped down, revealing the delicate collarbones and rounded shoulders beneath her spaghetti-strap nightgown. Her silky red hair cascaded naturally behind her, carrying a touch of lazily disheveled beauty.
After yawning, her thoughts gradually returned.
She had a habit of sleeping in. Unless there was a reason not to, she would always sleep until she woke naturally.
After all, her life was carefree and everything went smoothly.
These days, her main occupation was enjoying life to the fullest and taking good care of herself. Work was merely a side pursuit.
But today was different.
She had serious business to handle, and it concerned a task brother Song had personally arranged. She absolutely could not be careless.
After getting up and briefly washing up, she changed into a professional, form-fitting Yoga Suit, neatly tied her wine-red hair into a high ponytail, and headed into the spacious living room.
She spread out her yoga mat directly in front of the huge Floor-to-Ceiling Window and began her flexibility training for the