Yan Xiaye's one-sided remarks elicited a noncommittal smile from Jiang Chuan.
Leaving the vehicle, he stopped the bodyguard from stepping forward and personally opened the door for her. His every move was impeccably gentlemanly.
"Please, Miss Yan."
Yan Xiaye was taken aback by the courtesy and glanced at him, suddenly reminded of his half-serious invitation during her last trip before leaving the Capital City.
At the time, she had lightly declined and assumed that Jiang Chuan's attitude toward her would change because of it, even tossing and turning over it before coming to the Capital City.
Now it appeared she had merely been imagining things.
Following behind him step by step toward the guestroom prepared for her, Yan Xiaye quietly sized up the flower-filled decor, predicting the extravagance of the birthday celebration would likely exceed expectations.
