At night, Lai Yang dreamed entirely of Gu Langjun.
Actually, she had only met him once, and it had been so long that she could barely recall his face. The only lasting impressions were the black Tang suit he wore and his profoundly distinctive eyes and brows.
Between his eyebrows were faint frown lines, making him look exceptionally serious and upright.
「The next day」
Upon waking, she lay in bed for a long time, her heart beginning to ache at the thought of meeting that "old man" at noon.
She had it all planned. Once the money was in her hands, she would return to her country to help Zhang Ziyan break her contract. As soon as the contract was terminated, she would call off the engagement. Then she could hide within her own country, and her father wouldn't be able to do anything to her.
By coincidence, the place for lunch was still the Westin Hotel.
Lai Yang casually picked out a skirt, applied no makeup, and carelessly tied her hair up with a hairband.
