He didn't know why godfather Su Feiman had chosen him, but it didn't matter; he didn't care. As long as he could have his revenge, he would spare no cost.
...
When Ye Lu got out of bed and came downstairs, she saw that Third Young Master Jun had already gotten up.
This morning, he looked spirited, with his long legs crossed, sitting on the sofa reading the financial newspaper.
The sorrow, decadence, and desolation of last night seemed like an illusion. Ye Lu remembered how he had knelt before her, that humble look on his face, and she laughed to herself. Third Young Master Jun was still Third Young Master Jun after all, never truly humble or subdued.
"Why are you up so early?" Third Young Master Jun glanced at his watch, swept his phoenix eyes over her, and frowned, "It's only six-thirty. Go back and lie in bed. Who allowed you to get up so early? You are not allowed to get out of bed before nine o'clock!"
That imperious tone was so typically dismissive and overbearing.
