Shen Jiayin walked into the elevator and saw a man follow her inside. With a slight glance, she realized he looked like the famous Mr. Rong, friends with Shen Jiahui.
A bit of a narrow escape, Shen Jiayin thought. Better not let him find out her connection to Shen Jiahui. Otherwise, if Shen Jiahui knew she was here on honeymoon with her husband, there's no telling what kind of noise she would make.
The elevator ride from the third to the first floor was brief.
Mr. Rong never had such feelings, this kind of cautiousness, observing a woman.
This woman was far from what he imagined. Just by her rustic clothes alone, she was the type he loathed most—like a countryside woman, it wouldn't be an exaggeration to say so.
The visions he had conjured of a coach-building woman all turned into bubbles.
Strangely, disappointment only flashed through his mind for a moment like a flickering light and was replaced by a deep astonishment.
