Eight years later, Shen Chi formally took over the Shen Group.
He stood by the window, looking at the misty white fog outside, his gaze deep and distant.
He meticulously buttoned up his white shirt, adjusted his tie, and then donned his Italian custom-tailored black business suit.
The suit's fitting cut accentuated his perfect physique, his tall stature, and his long legs. His chiseled face had sharp angles and deep contours, radiating a mature charm that was profound and enigmatic.
Just as he was about to leave, Xu Chaomu leaned casually against his bedroom door, blocking his way.
Her mischievous smile was enchanting; her beautiful eyes, brimming with allure, were full of unspoken seduction.
The eighteen-year-old Xu Chaomu was no longer the skinny girl she used to be, flat-chested and without a single ounce of extra flesh on her body.
Today, she had purposely changed into a low-cut, sexy white shirt; and the highlight was below—she wore an ultra! short! skirt!
