Halfway up the slope of Jinyin Shoal sat a three-story villa mansion, styled like a white European castle—not too expansive but uniquely graceful.
On the second floor, Qi Longbing stood on the spacious terrace, seemingly admiring the scenery of the hillside facing the water.
Dressed in a deep purple suit with leather shoes and a dark blue shirt dotted with stars underneath, his collar slightly open, he revealed a hint of his delicate bronze complexion. With the corners of his lips gently lifted, an arrogant charm flowed effortlessly across his perfect, stunning face, unsurpassed in its allure.
Suddenly, a mobile phone rang.
His slender, jade-like fingers answered the call, and Qi Longbing's voice carried a hint of languor, "Hello?"
"Ah Bing, do you have time tonight? I've prepared a French meal with my own hands. Do you want to come over and try it?" A delicate voice, as soft as a yellow oriole, came through the phone, the invitation brimming with heartfelt enthusiasm.
