Leng Mochen was handling business affairs abroad, rushing through tasks and canceling several events, except for one cocktail party he couldn't avoid attending. The host of this party was George, the chairman of the company with whom he had just signed a contract—an astute little old man in his fifties.
At the party, glasses were exchanged, and everyone's faces carried polite yet insincere smiles. Acquainted attendees managed to engage in somewhat substantive conversations, while complete strangers merely exchanged polite nods and a few brief pleasantries before moving on to pursue their next networking target.
Leng Mochen stood by himself near the window, holding a champagne glass and gazing outside. He drank alone, lost in his thoughts. Even though Long Wu had handled all the matters back home, his mind lingered on Li Si—worried whether the young woman might be feeling suffocated by everything that had happened.
