Huang Yanyan's POV:
I was halfway through my iced coffee when the man in the immaculate suit strolled into the café. It wasn't the type of place people like him usually walked into — small, cozy, tucked away in one of Wuhan's quieter streets. Not exactly where you'd expect a businessman to show up looking like he'd just stepped off a Beijing runway.
I spotted him immediately. The sharp suit, the polished shoes, the kind of demeanor that screamed, "I own half the country, and I might buy the other half just for fun." The usual crowd at the café—a mix of university students and young professionals—barely noticed him, but I did. He stood out like a sore thumb. Or maybe like a shark that had wandered into a pond.
I went back to scrolling through my phone, trying not to let his presence bother me. I wasn't exactly a stranger to people in suits showing up where they didn't belong, but this guy gave me a weird feeling, like he wasn't here for coffee.
