Dugu Linglong frowned slightly.
She had intended to immediately check the records of Chu Xuan's movements in the Imperial Capital.
But the unfamiliar frustration weighing on her heart kept her from truly settling down.
Jiang Che and Liu Ruyan...
Just how close had they become?
Meanwhile.
On the third floor of the Liu Family's main building.
Liu Ruyan pushed open the door to her private sitting room.
She took off her suit jacket and casually draped it over the arm of the sofa.
Without the jacket covering her, her white silk blouse hugged the mature, voluptuous curves of her upper body even more closely.
Her slender waist tapered downward before flaring into a full, rounded curve at her hips, outlined by her black pencil skirt.
Liu Ruyan walked over to the sofa in her red-soled heels and slowly sat down.
Her long legs, clad in black stockings, crossed elegantly.
The black stockings clung to the delicate skin of her thighs, tapering from their full, shapely contours toward her slender knees, where a faint, dusky sheen shimmered.
The edges of her red-soled heels gently enclosed her slender ankles.
As Liu Ruyan idly swayed the tip of her shoe.
Her right heel slowly rose, slipping free of the high heel bit by bit.
The red-soled stiletto dangled halfway off the front of her stocking-clad foot.
Only a few small, rounded toes, covered by black stockings as thin as a cicada's wings, lazily hooked onto the toe of the shoe.
The fine black fabric hugged her delicate instep, offering hazy glimpses of her graceful arch and fair skin.
The heel swayed gently in the air.
As her toes alternately stretched and curled, the shoe looked as though it might slip off her petite foot at any moment and fall onto the soft