Lu Qingyun lay on the comfortable big bed, a look of utter contentment on her face. The life of the rich is truly wonderful.
The door opened.
She looked over, her face beaming with surprise. "Brother Sun, why are you back? Weren't you at the company?"
Sun Dasheng came over, sat beside her, and held her in his arms. "I was worried about you, so I came back to check on you."
She wrapped her arms around him, resting her head on his shoulder. "Brother Sun, you're so kind."
"Have you finished packing?" Sun Dasheng asked.
"Yes."
"It seems like you have very few clothes." Sun Dasheng stood up and opened the wardrobe. It was nearly empty, with the clothes inside filling less than a tenth of the space.
"Let's go," Sun Dasheng said as he pulled her up.
"Where are we going?" she asked.
"To fill your wardrobe, of course."
