Wei Anning was truly frightened; every time she thought she had known him well enough, she would realize that there was always a veil in front of her eyes, blurring her vision. This man was noble, proud, and mysterious—the more she understood, the more she felt they were not from the same world.
"You are beautiful," Wei Anning lowered her eyelids, concealing the desolation in her eyes. Yet, from the corner of her eye, she caught a glimpse of the logo on the menu. To her surprise, this was Marseille's most famous seven-star restaurant.
The restaurant was decorated luxuriously, with crystal chandeliers custom-made by Swarovski, sparkling brightly.
Those who dined here had to be not just wealthy but also of high status, typically needing to book a month in advance. Yet Leng Youchen hadn't just come without a reservation, he had booked the entire venue. How could she not be terrified?
