Heavy rain poured down, lightning tore through the night, and the thirty-story penthouse trembled in the thunder.
Lin Wan stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, touching the glass with her fingertips, reflecting the lights of the entire city pouring down like a river of stars.
She was wearing a silver-gray haute couture dress, her bun was slightly loose, her lip color had not faded, but her eyes had withdrawn from the hustle and bustle of the party.
Tonight is the fifth anniversary of her marriage to Zhou Jingxing, and it is also the celebration party for Wanlan Technology's upcoming listing on Nasdaq.
Guests gathered around the champagne tower, and the financial media rushed to take photos of the business queen at her peak - but no one saw the imperceptible chill in her eyes.
Her husband, Zhou Jingxing, was raising a glass and smiling at investors.
Elegant, decent and personable, he looks like the perfect husband in the eyes of the world.
But just ten minutes ago, Lin Wan accidentally caught a glimpse of him answering a phone call, his expression suddenly changed, and his right thumb repeatedly rubbed the inside of the wedding ring - this was his habitual move when lying.
