Over time, Li Jiaqi noticed that Yan Xiruo, although appearing casual, was actually somewhat aloof and shrewd.
She didn't speak much, mainly asking about He Yingdong's recent situation, while avoiding talking about her own affairs.
More than an hour later, He Yingdong returned.
He must have received a call from the old butler, as he returned promptly, which wasn't like him to do so quickly in the past.
At that moment, Li Jiaqi was sitting in the living room, having tea with Yan Xiruo.
Yan Xiruo was talking about her time as an executive in the United States, and Li Jiaqi was listening halfheartedly…
Yan Xiruo exuded an elegant bourgeois sentiment… something that Li Jiaqi could never achieve.
A woman's nobility and beauty require money to build, and she had no money.
Some steady footsteps approached, and Yan Xiruo, holding a teacup, slowly turned her head.
He Yingdong's tall figure paused at the doorway, and as their eyes met, they stared at each other for a long time.
