Everyone in the company knew him as "Businessman Zhou," a man of wealth, authority, and connections too deeply rooted to be shaken. But those who had dealt with him closely also knew his gaze lingered too long where it shouldn't.
His wife was well-established in society, his son was abroad studying, yet his reputation was tainted by whispers in the corridors—of women he had kept, of favors exchanged behind locked doors, of contracts signed with stains invisible to the eye.
Now, standing before Hua Ling, the glimmer in his eyes was unmistakable.
"Well, well," his voice was smooth, but the undertone was heavy, almost oily. "If it isn't our flower finally blooming again. Tell me… Hua Ling, has it been long since Hua Jing woke up?"
The words fell casually, but Hua Ling instantly stiffened. The moment he mentioned Hua Jing's name, his gaze sharpened, turning lecherous, sliding over every syllable like a man savoring forbidden fruit.
