It was Saturday, Qin Yuyan glanced at the time and took out her phone to call Fu Mingshou.
They arranged to meet in the evening. Qin Yuyan took a few deep breaths, hailed a cab to the shopping plaza, treated herself to a meal, bought some clothes and jewelry, and returned to her apartment.
After a delightful nap, her alarm rang a little past five, prompting Qin Yuyan to get up to shower and get ready. She went to the hotel she had visited many times before, looking radiant.
The VIP suite carried the scent of a recent cleaning, with roses emitting a faint fragrance from the vase on the table at the entrance. Qin Yuyan took a deep breath to adjust her slightly nervous mood.
Right at seven, Fu Mingshou arrived on time.
Stepping forward, she attentively took his coat to hang it up. Qin Yuyan carefully observed Fu Mingshou's expression.
Unfortunately, as was the case every time, Fu Mingshou's face showed no emotion at all, revealing nothing.
