Qian Ling in her tight-fitting, skin-colored silk dress sits halfway on a white chair, her lush back resting against the chair. Her super supple body, like a ripe peach, blossoms in the living room. Sunshine caresses her fair, glowing face, which appears somewhat melancholic as she gazes out the window.
"My husband lives far away. It's natural for him to be a bit delayed given the severe weather he encountered," she said.
With professional business attire on, Zhou Qian squats by Qian Ling. She gives her a comforting smile, then says,
"We've been watched constantly these past few days, unable to even step outside the door. I heard it's because a gifted person has taken a fancy to this place and wants to move in."
Qian Ling sighs deeply, her eyes darting to the men, deliberately or not, standing by the entrance of the villa, peering inside. Worry is evident in her eyes.
