Sunlight filtered through the foliage of the plane trees in the old town, casting dappled patterns of light on Su Qianqian. She wore a simple white shirt, casually tucked into light blue jeans. Though the jeans didn't fit perfectly, they still accentuated her breathtaking curves: a slender waist leading down to a rounded, firm hip. Her long, slightly wavy hair cascaded loosely over her shoulders, swaying gently with her light steps. She was like a bird finally freed from its cage, greedily inhaling the air of freedom. Su Qianqian carried a glass vase she had just bought from the small supermarket next door, walking briskly towards the flower shop at the intersection. She didn't notice a Rolls-Royce with its sleek, cold lines waiting at the traffic light across the street. In the back seat, Gu Chengyu was resting with his eyes closed. "Young Master Gu, about the South Bay project..." the assistant in the passenger seat was reporting in a low voice. Gu Chengyu hummed in agreement, too lazy to even lift his eyelids. Lately, these mall matters hadn't been very challenging for him. His fingertips unconsciously tapped the leather armrest, his thoughts still lingering on the new model who had clung to him last night. Beautiful, yes, but utterly tiresome, far less interesting than… far less interesting than Lin Shu, who dared to throw money at him. The red light turned green. The car started smoothly. Just as the car was about to pass the flower shop, Gu Chengyu listlessly lifted his eyelids, his gaze casually sweeping across the flowing street scene outside the window. A figure unexpectedly caught his eye. It was the back of a girl about to push open the glass door of the flower shop. The simplest white shirt and jeans. No deliberately exposed, snow-white skin, no overly revealing, eye-catching clothing. Only the hem of the shirt tucked into the jeans, outlining a slender waist and a pert bottom below. Her long, seaweed-like hair cascaded down, covering a beautifully contoured back and shoulders. The sunlight seemed to favor her, bathing her in a hazy glow. A fleeting glimpse of her face revealed her clean, pure beauty, like a fairy who had strayed into the mortal world. Yet, her perfectly proportioned waist and hips exuded a silent, alluring charm. Gu Chengyu's fingers, which had been tapping on the armrest, suddenly stopped. When he looked at women, he always considered only three things: a beautiful face, a sexy bust, and a shapely bottom. At this moment, he hadn't even seen the girl's face clearly. But just that silhouette—that slender waist, that curve, that delicate, innocent air—was like a feather, unexpectedly brushing against his heart. An unusually strong impulse surged wildly into his mind. He wanted to pull her into his arms. He wanted to see if her face was as alluring as her silhouette. He wanted to measure with his own hands just how slender her waist was, how alluring her curves were. He wanted to… cherish her. In his usual way. To indulge and enjoy her body. “…” Gu Chengyu’s Adam’s apple bobbed silently, his deep phoenix eyes narrowed slightly, his gaze darkening like a predator eyeing its prey. His eyes were fixed on the back of the woman who had already pushed open the door and entered the flower shop, until the door closed gently, cutting off his view. The car smoothly drove through the intersection. The man in the back seat slowly leaned back in his seat and closed his eyes again. The girl’s fairy-like, clean yet captivating aura lingered in his mind. It wasn’t the flamboyant style he usually preferred. Yet, it stirred his heartstrings more easily than any deliberate display of charm. A silent thought crossed his mind: It’s a pity I didn’t see her face clearly. His phone pinged; a message from Chen Que asked if he had decided on the bet…