Jiang Che's gaze crossed the wide dining table and landed directly on Nangong Lingxiang.
A wave of emotion rose in Jiang Che's heart.
His thoughts uncontrollably drifted back to early autumn ten years ago.
When he first met Nangong Lingxiang at the age of eleven, she had already possessed the same peerlessly beautiful, cool, immortal-like appearance she had today.
Ten years had passed in the blink of an eye, yet time seemed to have favored her especially.
Not only had it failed to leave the slightest trace of hardship on her face, it had instead bestowed upon her an air of mature charm!
Nangong Lingxiang sat upright in a rosewood chair.
A snow-white tasseled gown wrapped around her full, alluring figure, the fabric tracing breathtaking curves with every breath.
Her slender waist, narrow enough to be grasped in one hand, was held perfectly straight.
Her cascading black hair was loosely pinned up with nothing more than a white jade hairpin, while several stray strands fell over her fair neck.
There was no trace of age on her exquisite face, every feature seeming meticulously sculpted.
Her entire body radiated a peerless elegance untouched by the mortal world.
Hearing Jiang Che smoothly call her "Sister Nangong" again and again,
Nangong Lingxiang's delicate brows furrowed slightly, and she felt a wave of speechlessness.
She was already forty this year—more than old enough to be his mother!
What a disrespectful brat!
Still, for the sake of her prized student Jiang Wantang,
she ultimately said nothing more.
She merely raised her cool eyes and glanced at Jiang Che, her red lips parting slightly.
"Hello."
Having witnessed Jiang Che's effortless flirting,
Bai Huamei, seated opposite him, could not help letting out a coquettish laugh.
She rolled her eyes flirtatiously, a teasing curve forming at the corners