Upon arriving in the hotel room, Zuo Xingyun draped his suit jacket over the coat rack at the entrance and then proceeded to the bedroom.
Xiang Wan leisurely took in her surroundings. She was in a presidential suite, very spacious and fully equipped, certainly more comfortable than staying at her own place. No wonder he had left so briskly.
She sat down on the sofa and casually picked up a magazine from the coffee table to browse through, but before she knew it, she had fallen asleep.
Zuo Xingyun came out and saw her deep in sleep. He softly placed the black custom envelope into her bag without disturbing her.
Outside the hotel.
Xun Lu sat in her car until 3 am, frantically waiting for Xiang Wan to come out, her heart growing colder by the minute.
She couldn't understand what she lacked compared to that brat Xiang Wan. In her opinion, Xiang Wan was nothing but a destitute heiress. Why did Zuo Xingyun have to hold her in such high esteem?
...
The next morning, early.
