Three days earlier, in a mansion at Skyview Court.
The lavish bedroom was spacious and bright, with a massive crystal chandelier hanging from the ceiling, casting a dazzling glow.
Several oil paintings by renowned artists hung on the walls, their colors vivid and brushwork delicate.
A high-end sound system stood in the corner, ready to fill the room with melodious music.
An enormous European-style four-poster bed stood in the center of the bedroom. It was already past three in the afternoon, and sunlight slanted through the half-open curtains, yet someone was still asleep in bed.
Suddenly, music broke the silence.
It was actually a rather beautiful piano piece, but to the sleeping man, it was nothing more than a grating racket.
Annoyed at being disturbed, Ji Yunhuai clicked his tongue. Without even opening his eyes, he reached out and tapped twice to reject the call.
Good. Peace and quiet at last.
He was just about to go back to sleep when the unwelcome ringtone sounded again, seemingly more urgent than before.
Ji Yunhuai opened his eyes and glanced at the caller's name. Seeing that it was He Mingchuan, he swallowed his irritation and answered.
"This had better be important." He held the phone to his ear, his voice slightly hoarse. "I only fell asleep half an hour ago."
He Mingchuan was one of Ji Yunhuai's childhood friends, as well as the redhead mentioned during their last visit to the karaoke lounge.
"Huh? You're sleeping at this hour?" The man on the other end sounded puzzled. "What did you do last night to get this tired?"
Ji Yunhuai had already closed his eyes again. "Racing," he replied lazily. "Had a few races with that same crowd from last time, then stayed up all night."
"Right. You really do lead a colorful