4:00 p.m.
Yancheng, Chang'an District, TC Private Club.
On the fourth-floor multifunctional leisure and entertainment level, the air was permeated with a blend of perfume and high-end fragrance.
There were not many guests, seated in twos and threes in booths throughout the area. Without exception, they were women dressed elegantly and carrying themselves with composure.
Though there was no explicit rule that only female guests were admitted, as Yancheng's first club to clearly focus on high-end services for women, with a mysterious background to boot, it had long become a private retreat tacitly shared by local socialites and female entrepreneurs.
It not only offered top-tier spa treatments, private yoga instruction, and quiet tea rooms, but its true core appeal lay in its discreet class barrier.
It operated under a strict invitation-only system and shared a membership network with several top international clubs. At first, it had accepted only foreign guests.
For that reason, it had quietly drawn in Yancheng's most elite female members over the past while.
The interior was tranquil and relaxed.
Some had finished their treatments in the spa and were flipping through the latest fashion magazines in the lounge.
Others had just come down from the second-floor yoga studio or private dance classes, walking through the corridor as they conversed in low voices.
Still others sat in the tea room, leisurely savoring exquisite French desserts while facing the view outside the windows.
The conversation naturally shifted from the Paris Fashion Week runway shows to an upcoming high-yield trust product.
"Qianqian."
"President Qian is here?"
"Yachian, just finished yoga? Come sit with us."
A series of warm yet lively greetings rang out.
At the entrance, a tall, sexy figure walked in.
Having just finished a private yoga session and taken a shower, Zhao Yachian had changed into a