That night, in the center of Jiang City, Jiangyan Tower.
Beams of light shone out through the glass curtain walls, making it look like a glittering crystal palace.
At the main entrance was a broad, curved driveway paved with dark marble.
The carefully trimmed bamboo groves and flowing-water landscaping on both sides added an elegant Eastern charm.
Vermilion lanterns hung at the entrance, the three characters "Jiangyan Tower" embroidered on them in gold thread, giving off a warm and noble glow in the night.
Just then, a luxury car slowly drove into the driveway and stopped at the door.
Uncle Wu got out and opened the front passenger door.
Jiang Junyi stepped out in a black suit, his brows sharp as swords and his eyes bright as stars.
He stood in the dusk, his figure like a drawn blade.
A cold gleam occasionally flashed at his cuffs—the Dark Silver Cufflinks, vanishing in an instant as he lifted his wrist.
The rear door opened, and a small metal ramp slowly descended.
This was something Uncle Wu had instructed White Court to specially customize, all so that his Young Madam could travel more conveniently.
Wan Qingyun turned the wheels of her wheelchair and landed smoothly on the ground.
At that moment, her stunningly beautiful face and cool, noble bearing fully bloomed in the night.
Her dark night-blue gown flowed like a river of stars, echoing Jiang Junyi's black suit.
Fine silver embroidery adorned the hem of her dress, and as the night breeze stirred it, it looked like moonlight scattering over the deep sea in shimmering waves.
The two small diamond earrings by her ears added a further touch of luxury and grace.
And the simple silver bracelet on her wrist matched the cold gleam of Jiang Junyi's cufflinks, as if silently