At a villa roughly a hundred kilometers from Gourd Valley, during a leisurely afternoon, a young girl in a white pleated skirt sat on a swing, swaying gently.
Her exquisitely beautiful face, so beautiful it was beyond description, had her eyes lightly closed, as though she were reminiscing about or contemplating something.
A radiant smile gradually appeared on her face. She seemed to have thought of something that made her delicate features even more beautiful.
But that smile was like a fleeting epiphyllum bloom—brief, yet beautiful. Her exquisite face returned to its cool detachment, and even her brows gradually furrowed, perhaps because she had thought of something unpleasant.
Sunlight filtered through the gaps in the leaves, falling over her body and face. Dappled spots of light adorned her like dazzling stars.
Though the afternoon sun was intense, after passing through the leaves, it was no longer so scorching. A faint breeze stirred her pleated skirt and the gently swaying swing. Her peerlessly beautiful face and the fair skin she revealed made it a scene that would captivate anyone who saw it, leaving them unable to look away.
A set of footsteps sounded. A middle-aged man slowly entered the villa and froze slightly when he saw the girl on the swing. Fortunately, he quickly regained his composure.
The middle-aged man's heart also stirred as he muttered to himself, Miss was simply too beautiful. There really were not many people who could resist her.
Of course, he had served the girl for many years and had gradually grown accustomed to the allure of her appearance. Having seen it so often, he was no longer quite so stunned.
He straightened his clothes, then slowly walked toward the girl.
"Miss Ruo Xi, Mr. Chen, whom you asked me to keep an eye on, has