"Yes." The assistant received the instructions and immediately went to prepare.
Only after the office door closed did Jin Chenye lower his gaze, reach for the note on the desk, and tap it gently.
Then he placed it aside and continued working.
...
Along the Seine River.
In an international hotel.
When Ye Mingmei woke up, it was already noon. Groggy, she stumbled into the bathroom, reaching for the faucet, only to find she couldn't locate it.
It dawned on her suddenly that she was no longer at home but thousands of miles away in Paris.
This was an unfamiliar hotel; of course, she couldn't find the faucet with her eyes closed.
Ye Mingmei became alert, splashed water on her face, and looked at her particularly haggard reflection in the mirror, trying to pull a faint smile.
The forced smile looked as ugly as if she were crying.
Back in the room, she took out her makeup and carefully painted a delicate face.
