Lin Sanju sighed at the overflowing enthusiasm of his sister and parents.
As he expected, his family would react this way. His thoughts drifted to that woman—her hair shimmered like gilded gold under the lights. He didn't know much about her aside from her first name. They were nothing more than acquaintances who happened to meet twice.
Though she had only appeared briefly, she left a deep impression on him—like a lingering fragrance that clung to his senses, no matter how strong the wind blew.
"There's really nothing going on," he said, trying to shut it down—but his slight smile betrayed him.
However, even as he denied it, Lin Sunji kept pressing him—asking how they met and if he wanted her help.
To finally stop them from pestering him, Lin Sanju pulled an envelope from the inner pocket of his suit jacket and placed it on the table.
"You guys should stop worrying about me. Our family's about to get busy—we need to prepare."
