The city nights were most comfortable this season.
A slightly cool evening breeze swept through the streets, and there were quite a few more pedestrians out for walks.
Yet in one part of the city, a qipao woman dressed in a red qipao, with a graceful figure and seductive features, stood quietly beside a secluded intersection without moving, as though she were waiting for something.
The evening breeze blew in, tousling her black hair.
Under the dim yellow streetlights, her fair skin looked somewhat sickly, as if completely bloodless.
"Miss, are you alone? Where are you going? I can give you a ride."
A car passing down the road pulled over by the curb. Its window rolled down, and a young man called out to her.
There was a hint of amazement in his eyes. He had never seen such a beauty in his life. Even if he could just chat with her for a few words, he would have something to brag about later.
"No need. You can't take me where I'm going." Sister Hong smiled faintly, her tone carrying a touch of flirtatiousness.
Hearing that, the young man immediately swore, "How could there be somewhere a car can't reach? Just name the place, miss. Even if it's another city, I'll take you there—and I guarantee I won't charge you a cent."
Sister Hong continued to smile as she declined politely. "I've already found a driver. He'll take me there, so I won't trouble you."
"Miss, your driver isn't here yet. Why not get in my car first?" The young man did not give up easily and remained eager to keep talking with the beautiful woman in the red qipao.
Sister Hong shook her head. "That won't do. This driver is very important. If I miss him, there won't