A stately and elegant woman entered a rather narrow room.
She wore a qipao, draped over with a black mink coat. Her hair was tied up in a bun, adorned with a jade hairpin. She wore a pair of pearl earrings, a bodhisattva jade pendant around her neck, and a jade bracelet on her wrist. Such a meticulous outfit radiated splendor and wealth. In this narrow space, her presence seemed too imposing to contain.
Upon seeing the woman, Qian Guanshu's mouth twitched into a smile, "It's been many years, Lady Jun, but you remain the same. Not only do you show no traces of aging, but you also seem more charming."
Lady Jun, Leng Wanqing, gave a slight smile, "You, Mr. Qian, just seem to get stronger as you age."
"The feeling's mutual."
"Mr. Qian, after all these years, how did you end up in a place like this?" Leng Wanqing's cool voice held a note of sarcasm.
Qian Guanshu sat up from the bedside.
Compared to Jun Minghan, toward Leng Wanqing, he showed much more respect.
