Fang Mingshan had just stepped out of the car behind Shen Rou, the sound of the tires crunching over the bluestone path still lingering in the air, when the butler emerged from behind the ornate iron gate.
He was dressed in a dark navy Zhongshan suit, his silver-white temples neatly combed back, his eyes as calm as a deep pool. The butler bowed slightly, blocking Fang Mingshan's path with an outstretched arm, and spoke in a low, unquestioning voice, "Young Master Fang, the master has given word. Today, only Miss Shen may enter. Please head back."
With her back to Fang Mingshan, the corners of Shen Rou's lips instantly curved into a triumphant smirk, a flash of disdain deep in her eyes. She smoothed down a stray lock of hair at her temple, but by the time she turned around, her expression had already shifted to one of pitiful vulnerability. Her fingertips gently tugged at Fang Mingshan's sleeve, her voice as sweet as honey, "Mingshan, you go back first. I... I won't cause you any trouble." Her eyelashes fluttered slightly, casting shadows beneath her eyes as though she were suffering the most grievous of injustices.
Chapter 93