A little after six in the morning.
China Resources Shen City Bay Yuefu, Building 2, Room 3601.
Inside the guest bedroom.
Her thick, curled lashes trembled lightly, and Lin Mu Xue slowly opened her eyes.
A hangover-like fog swept over her. Her mind stayed muddled for a moment before she finally recovered a trace of clarity.
Jet lag really was no simple thing.
After landing from London yesterday, she had forced herself to stay awake in order to wrench her body clock back into place. She had held on all the way until eight at night, and only then, unable to withstand the sleepiness that had nearly drowned her, had she collapsed onto the bed and fallen into a dead sleep.
She had woken up several times in fits and starts. In that half-dreaming, half-awake state, not only had she been unable to tell what day or time it was, even her body had felt as if it were floating in the clouds, heavy yet unreal.
Fortunately, young and full of vigor, her ability to adapt was extremely strong. In the end, she had finally overcome it.
She did not hurry to get up. Instead, she turned her head to the side and stared blankly for a while at the somewhat unfamiliar luxurious guest bedroom.
This was Wen Ruan's home in Shen City. She had already toured it when she arrived yesterday.
It was in China Resources Shen City Bay Yuefu, in the core area of Shen City Bay—a nearly three-hundred-square-meter duplex apartment, done in a minimalist, high-end gray style, with unbelievably luxurious facilities.
Apparently, the residence had been arranged directly by the Tang Jin Family Office. Although the property was nominally held under a trust fund, in substance, it would be Wen Ruan's private property from now on.
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