Nangong Chen's birthday banquet glittered with dazzling lights.
Lu Wantang wore the water-blue gown Lu Yubai had given her, like an apparition formed from moonlight.
“Yubai said aquamarine suits me best.” Her gaze drifted, and she failed to notice the blood where shards of a wineglass had cut Nangong Chen's palm.
His assistant Jiang Lin murmured, “CEO, Miss Lin is waiting for your answer.”
Lin Qingyi approached with a glass of champagne, her red lips sharp as a blade. “Brother Chen, Auntie asked me to find out: should we hold the engagement party in Paris or Switzerland?”
