Sunlight filtered through the branches and leaves of the old city’s plane trees, casting dancing patches of light across Su Qianqian’s figure.
She wore the simplest white shirt, its hem casually tucked into a pair of light blue jeans.
Though the jeans weren’t a perfect fit, they still traced the breathtaking curves of her body.
A slender waist that flowed down into a firm, rounded hipline.
Her long hair, softly curled like seaweed, loosely draped over her shoulders, swaying gently with her light, brisk steps.
She moved like a bird finally freed from a gilded cage, greedily breathing in the air of freedom.
In her hand, she carried a glass vase just bought from the small supermarket on the next street, her steps lively as she headed toward the flower shop at the corner.
Unnoticed by her, across the street diagonally, a sleek and sharply contoured Rolls-Royce waited at the traffic light.
In the back seat, Gu Chengyu rested with his eyes closed.
“Mr. Gu, about the Nanwan project…” the special assistant in the front passenger seat spoke in a low voice.
Gu Chengyu responded with a lazy “hmm,” barely lifting his eyelids.
Lately, these business matters held little challenge for him.
His fingers tapped absentmindedly on the leather armrest, his thoughts lingering on the new model who had clung to him last night—beautiful, no doubt, but annoyingly bland, far less interesting than… far less interesting than Lin Shu, who had dared to toss money at him.
The light turned green.
The car smoothly pulled away.
Just as the car was about to pass the flower shop, Gu Chengyu, bored, lifted his eyelids and casually scanned the street scene outside the window.
A figure, without warning, caught his eye.
It was the silhouette of a girl about to push open the glass door of the flower shop.
The simplest white shirt, jeans.
No deliberately revealing skin, no tight or flashy clothes designed to catch the eye.
Only the shirt’s hem tucked into the jeans, outlining a slender, delicate waist—and the curve of a lifted hip below.
Her seaweed-like hair cascaded down, and the sunlight seemed unusually fond of her, casting a soft, hazy halo around her.
She had only turned slightly to show half her face—a fleeting glimpse as brief as a startled swallow.
Pure and clean, like an innocent fairy who had mistakenly wandered into the mortal world.
Yet, because of her flawless waist-to-hip ratio, she silently radiated an irresistible allure.
Gu Chengyu’s fingers stopped tapping on the armrest abruptly.
When he looked at women, he usually focused on three things: a face beautiful enough to captivate, a chest hot enough to mesmerize, and hips firm and perky enough to entice.
At this moment, he hadn’t even seen her face clearly.
But just that silhouette, that slender waist, that curved hip, and that innocent yet intoxicating aura—it was like a feather unexpectedly brushing against the tip of his heart.
An intense impulse surged wildly through his mind.
He wanted to pull her into his arms.
To see if her face was as captivating as her silhouette.
To measure with his own hands just how slender her waist was, how tempting that curve might be.
To cherish her.
In his own way.
To indulge himself in her.
“…” Gu Chengyu’s Adam’s apple moved silently as his deep phoenix eyes narrowed slightly, his gaze darkening like a predator locking onto its prey.
His gaze remained fixed on the figure that had just pushed open the door and stepped into the flower shop, until the door gently closed, cutting off his view.
The car glided smoothly through the intersection.
The man in the back seat slowly leaned back against the chair and closed his eyes again.
The girl had an ethereal, almost fairy-like purity, yet an alluring charm that lingered in his mind.
It wasn’t the bold, glamorous style he usually favored.
Yet it stirred his heartstrings more effortlessly than any deliberate display of seduction.
A silent thought flashed through his mind: Too bad I didn’t get a good look at her face.
His phone chimed. A message from Shen Que popped up, asking if he had decided on the bet yet.
