October 3, 2024.
On a private jet flying from Paris to Nice.
"Ms. Wen, your drink."
The flight attendant leaned down slightly and placed a freshly mixed grapefruit sparkling drink beside her.
"Thank you."
Wen Ruan withdrew her gaze from the window, picked up the glass, and took a sip.
Fine bubbles burst across her tongue, crisp and lightly tart, with a faint hint of mint beneath the citrus fragrance.
Perfect for a vacation.
She pressed her red lips together in satisfaction, leaned back into the spacious leather seat, and shifted the position of her long crossed legs.
Her voluminous brown hair draped casually over her shoulders, her peach blossom eyes slightly narrowed. Her entire bearing carried the languid charm and allure unique to a mature woman. On the small table to her right sat a completed European content distribution proposal, along with electronic documents she had signed half an hour ago. Her work for the day was over.
More precisely, she had never intended to work too seriously during this trip to Europe.
It had been half a year since Xingyun International went public.
The busiest and most chaotic period had long since passed.
Investor relations, information disclosure, overseas content operations, internal group governance...
Stable procedures had been established for every area, and several core business lines now had leaders capable of standing on their own.
Very few important decisions truly still needed to be brought before her.
Officially, this trip to Paris had been for Fashion Week, to connect with European brands and content distribution channels.
It sounded like a packed itinerary.
In reality, she had attended only three formal meetings.
The rest of her time had been spent watching shows, shopping, working out, getting spa treatments, and tasting local food.
The night before last, she had even