The Spoiled Scion Yimo

Time: 7:40 p.m.

An extended Lincoln pulled up not far from the Century Building. A man and woman in formal attire got out. They were Yimo and Tong Muxue.

Tong Muxue had changed into the black evening gown she had bought earlier. She wore a coat over it and carried the Hermès bag she had bought. Silver high heels adorned her feet, and a pair of Amethyst earrings sparkled in her ears.

Her pale yellow hair was pinned up at the back of her head, adorned with several delicate hairpins. Her makeup was exquisite. The moment she got out of the car, she drew the gazes of many people nearby. She had a remarkable air about her, like a White Swan with its head held high.

Yimo was dressed in a suit and had taken care to look his best. He had slicked his hair back with gel. It didn't make him look older; instead, it swept away the gloom that had hung over him before, making him look like a confident, handsome rich young master—or a successful man.

Before Yimo could walk up to Tong Muxue, she had already come over to him. Smiling faintly, she looked him over and straightened his tie. Her eyes glimmered as she held out a hand and said, "Mr. Sakata, you look unexpectedly handsome like this."

"This suit really suits you."

"Mm. You'll be the star of today's auction."

Hearing that, Yimo looked Tong Muxue over as well.

She was simply too beautiful today. From the bottom of his heart, Yimo felt that his former self and Tong Muxue had belonged to completely different worlds. She seemed utterly out of reach.

Standing beside Tong Muxue, whose high heels made her at least as tall as he was, took a certain amount of courage.