The second-floor restaurant was empty now.
Everyone else had been cleared out, leaving only Yue Xiaofei and Yan Qingsi.
Soft light fell over them, lending the air a subtle tension.
Yue Xiaofei and Yan Qingsi sat facing each other.
Neither spoke first. They simply studied one another.
Yue Xiaofei had to admit that Yan Qingsi was breathtakingly beautiful.
Up close, her skin was fair and delicate, seemingly flawless.
Her figure was just as striking. Her white skirt suit hugged every curve.
The fabric strained across her full chest, narrowed around a waist slender enough to fit in one hand, then traced her shapely hips and long, straight legs.
Most captivating of all was her distinctive presence.
She had the gentle elegance of a woman from a distinguished family and the decisiveness of a queen of commerce.
Those two contrasting qualities blended perfectly in her, creating an irresistible allure.
Any ordinary man would have struggled to remain calm in front of her.
But Yue Xiaofei was an exception.
His gaze was clear and composed, free of desire, as though he were admiring a fine work of art.
Yan Qingsi was studying him too.
The man before her was taller and more imposing than he had looked in his photographs.
He was not stunningly handsome, but his features were sharply defined. His eyes in particular were as deep as a star-filled night sky, as though they could see through everything.
Though he sat there casually, he radiated an unshakable calm that made it impossible to underestimate him.
What surprised Yan Qingsi most was how utterly unfazed he seemed in her presence.
Given her status and beauty, wherever she went, men looked at her with admiration, greed, or awe.
This was the first time she had met someone like Yue Xiaofei, who looked