Back in Pok Fu Lam, it was actually very late.
Liang Weining was so tired she could barely keep her eyes open.
After sitting on a high-speed train for eight hours, having dinner, and then going to a movie with her best friend without a break, she ended up at the crematorium to preserve the full body, before being brought back by the big boss to prepare a burial pit.
Her thoughts were such a muddle, yet she still refused to admit defeat.
All night long, she'd been good as gold; if she couldn't see Mr. Chen smile before going to sleep, she'd never rest in peace.
The car stopped in the front yard, and Liang Weining got out.
Chen Jingyuan was on an overseas call, his expression cool as he glanced at his wristwatch. In fluent, rich English, he was setting the time for a video conference with his staff.
Leaving his suit jacket on the back seat, Liang Weining folded it neatly and placed it over her arm, then made her way towards the villa with small steps.
