The waves surged and churned as the yacht sailed at full speed.
3F VIP Living Deck.
"Knock, knock, knock."
A knock sounded at the door.
"Come in."
Secretary Chen pushed the door open and entered, her steps quiet and efficient.
"Ms. Ouyang, Miss Xu Qing just called. She said lunch is ready, on the fourth floor. Mr. Tang invites you to dine with him." Ouyang Xuanyue's breath caught slightly.
"I see." She nodded, her tone steady and composed. "You don't need to follow me from here. Consider this a vacation for you as well. Put work aside for now."
Secretary Chen did not ask any questions. She simply nodded respectfully, then turned and withdrew.
The door closed again.
For a moment, she was the only one left in the vast suite.
Ouyang Xuanyue stood there quietly for a while, as if silently calming something inside her.
Then she raised a hand and gently removed the pair of pearl studs from her ears, placing them on the table beside her.
She turned and walked into the walk-in closet, changing into a French silk long dress rich with mature charm.
The V-shaped neckline outlined her collarbones and the rise and fall of her chest just right. It was not overly ostentatious, yet carried an indescribable touch of femininity beyond her usual self. She stood before the floor-to-ceiling mirror and studied herself for a moment, then suddenly raised her hand and gently loosened the long hair she had originally pinned up with meticulous care. Her entire presence seemed to change in silence.
She was no longer that impeccable Ms. Ouyang.
She seemed more like a woman about to attend a private lunch invitation.
Taking the exclusive elevator, she passed the authorization check and arrived at the 4F Shipowner Deck.
The elevator doors had