The rainy night in Magic City silently receded beyond the car window.
The black Maybach glided steadily along the rain-soaked streets, neon lights blurring in the rain into hazy patches of color.
The cabin was so quiet, it felt like another world.
Tang Song leaned against the leather chair back in the rear seat and slowly turned his head.
Lin Mu Xue sat quietly on the other side, her hands folded atop the briefcase on her knees, her back perfectly straight, poised and elegant. Her honey-colored hair draped over her shoulders, swaying gently with the car.
Her gaze rested on the rain-soaked night flowing past the window, slightly unfocused.
Her faint fragrance lingered in the car.
A cool floral scent, like white jasmine after the rain, with a lingering hint of pine.
It was utterly intoxicating.
Tang Song unconsciously softened his breathing.
Only now did he finally begin to recover.
From Lin Mu Xue suddenly appearing in the private room as his "personal assistant," to calling him Mr. Tang in front of everyone, then taking his coat, handing him his phone, holding an umbrella for him, and leading him into the car...
The entire process had flowed smoothly, almost too naturally.
His mind had not had time to process anything. He could only follow her rhythm, moving forward step by step, and even now, he still could not make sense of it all. As if she had noticed his gaze, Lin Mu Xue tilted her head slightly and met his eyes.
Those beautiful eyes shone like stars, carrying a hint of an unfathomable smile.
Tang Song's heart skipped a beat. Reflexively, he looked away and turned toward the flowing neon outside.
Then he realized that looking so flustered was hardly dignified. Gritted her teeth, he turned back again and tried