Nie Zhao stared in disbelief. Only now could he fully imagine what his wife must have looked like back then—striding into a bar in Victoria Harbour, clad in form-fitting leather pants and denim, the way she flicked her cigarette with such intoxicating charm.
The intense, resolute air of a woman desperate to join the Party was nowhere to be found. As she stood there now, she was the very embodiment of the Hong Kong spirit, the one woman best suited to represent the city when the Mainland delegates arrived.
At tonight’s banquet, the moment she stepped out of the car, she would capture every reporter’s lens. Every man, regardless of his skin color, would be eager to curry favor with her. It wasn't because she was deliberately highlighting a feminine allure meant to attract men, but because she possessed that distinct "Hong Kong style."
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