The man wore a long brown trench coat, its hem swaying gently to reveal an impeccably tailored dark suit beneath.
Every button was neatly fastened, and his tie was a subdued dark blue with a subtle pattern.
Standing there, he radiated refinement from head to toe.
He was handsome, too.
Not with Yun Chuan's bone-deep chill, but with a gentle warmth that felt like a spring breeze.
He looked down slightly at Yu Xiuyuan, a smile on his lips that spread to his eyes, like a cup of hot tea on a winter's day.
His voice was pleasant, too, low and gentle, with a slight upward lilt that carried a carefully concealed eagerness.
He looked down at Yu Xiuyuan with a smile on his lips, his voice just as pleasant.
Yu Xiuyuan kept smiling and blinked.
His mind raced, searching.
Who was this guy?
He did look a little familiar.
But I don't know him.
Was he someone the original owner had flirted with?
Wasn't the original owner devoted to fawning over Lu Jinming? He could reel in someone this handsome, too?
And he'd said, "We'll meet again if fate allows"?
How melodramatic and poetic.
The moment Yun Chuan heard Director Liu say the name "Qiu Ziye," his lips pressed together.
It was a tiny movement, and his expression seemed unchanged.
But his grip on his suitcase handle tightened steadily, his knuckles slowly turning white.
A subtle tension crept into the air.
Fang Yi's eyes darted around as he caught the scent of gossip.
Dragging Su Ziming along, he sidled up to Li Rou and whispered, "Who's this guy?"
Li Rou shot him a glare as sharp as a blade.
"Shh!"
He was interrupting her enjoyment of the drama.
Her gaze shifted between Qiu Ziye, Yu Xiuyuan, and Yun Chuan,