The first time Xiufeng stepped into Anping's bedroom, he felt a peculiar sense of familiarity, not just with the furniture but also with the placement of the ornaments.
As a renowned female tycoon of Hong Kong, the arrangement in Anping's bedroom was unexpectedly simple.
Mahogany furniture, neither brand new nor old.
Compared with the Fu Family's lavishness where everything was made from rosewood, the obviously inferior mahogany furnishings didn't measure up by several notches, certainly not reflecting Anping's status of wealth.
Instinctively, Xiufeng knew that there should be a small table on either side of the head of the bed, and on the one to the right, there should be a glass vase with a bouquet of begonias, not the roses that were there now.
Following his instinct, Xiufeng sat down in a daze at the dressing table, opened one of the drawers; his watch was supposed to be there.
Anping sat at the edge of the bed, her face changing color, "What are you doing in here?"
