Lin Wanru sat in the main seat, her pearl necklace pressed against her collarbone, and she smiled softly and sharply: "Qingqiu, take a seat. Cheng Yan has a board of directors meeting later, so let's keep the story short."
Shen Qingqiu did not sit down.
She stood at the intersection of light and shadow, with her back straight, her eyes sweeping over the eight-figure jade bracelet on Lin Wanru's wrist, and the platinum cufflinks exposed on the cuffs of Lu Chengyan's suit - exactly the same as the one he had pinned to her lapel three years ago.
He stood up and handed over a gilded document.
