Magnates

The driver was a woman with a distinct military air, slender and upright, efficient in her actions and thoroughly competent.

An Yang remembered her name was Qiu Yan.

Comrade Xiao Qian rested her head on An Yang's shoulder, the corners of her lips curving up slightly as she looked ahead at the driver and said, "Qiu Yan, this might be the last time you drive this car."

"Pretty much."

"How about it, feeling any reluctance?"

"That depends on whether your new ride is nice to drive or not." Qiu Yan glanced at the back seat through the rearview mirror and said flatly.

"I think it's all right," Xiao Qian said with a smile. "I just don't know what you'll think of it."

"I don't mind. As long as it drives."

"So casual."

"Not really. If you made me drive for someone else, I definitely wouldn't do it."

The two of them chatted leisurely, and the car gradually drew closer to the location of tonight's anniversary gala—a hotel named Seine Riverbank.

This hotel was not famous; one could tell just from the name. There was no telling how many coffee houses, Western restaurants, or literary-style little shops named Seine Riverbank there were across the country.

An Yang did not want to expose his identity, and Comrade Xiao Qian had always kept a low profile in the shadows, yet they were not sneaking around or hiding from people; they simply wished to avoid causing a commotion. Therefore, although this hotel was somewhat out of the way and lacked widespread recognition, its class was sufficient, and they had arranged no other covert measures, driving the car straight up to the hotel entrance.

Because the hotel had been booked by An Shi Group, the security guards at the front gates originally wanted to