As night fell, the cityscape of Zhonghai was engulfed in a sea of neon lights and merriment. However, in the suburban Dragon View Villa, a sense of tranquility and comfort prevailed.
Dressed in a casual, checkered cotton pajama set, Lin Ruoxi let her hair down, appearing effortlessly graceful and soft in the dim, yellowish glow of the lights. She looked nothing like the formidable CEO she was known to be outside, but more like a sheltered young lady of a prestigious family, her pure face devoid of makeup.
Seated at the dining table, she gazed at the array of exquisite dishes prepared by Wang Ma, the housekeeper. Among them, a dish of overcooked lettuce stood out with its slightly yellowed leaves - a small testament to Lin Ruoxi's attempt at cooking.
Wang Ma came out of the kitchen with a small rice cooker, noticing Lin Ruoxi's glance towards the clock on the wall. It was almost eight in the evening.
