Two years later,

September 5th, evening, New York LGA Airport VIP lounge…

The airport was bustling with people, and the VIP lounges, filled with modern aesthetics and artistic flair, were a gathering place for all sorts of bigwigs.

In this place, everyone has their own unique temperament and charm.

One of the men, dressed in an elite style, wore a well-tailored dark gray striped suit and had Asian features.

Moreover, he had handsome features and kept his gaze fixed on the man sitting alone on the sofa by the window in the room.

A woman with a noble and elegant temperament, like a white rose.

Although she had an Asian face, his intuition told him that she was also Chinese.

He had never seen a woman with such a cold and alluring aura, so out of place amidst the hurried and anxious scene around her.

She wore a white strapless dress, revealing her delicate collarbones, and her long hair cascaded over her shoulders.

It slightly obscured her stunning face.

Like a white rose in full bloom, thorny yet full of charm.

The woman kept her head down, fiddling with her phone; her gaze was currently fixed on the entertainment section of a social media site.

A photo of a man and a woman together was enlarged on the screen; the man was turned to the side.

His hand was on the woman's shoulder; the two were looking at each other, the background appearing to be a hotel corridor.

The man in the photo is wearing a black suit; he is refined, dignified, and has a cool, handsome face.

Even in the blurry, candid photo, the red marks of a wound on the neck are still faintly visible.

A chill ran down the woman's spine.

They're bleeding; they're playing really intensely.

The woman in the photo is wearing a long red dress; her figure is as vibrant as fire, and her face is charming and alluring.

The way they look into each other's eyes in the photo together is quite suggestive.

It does indeed create the illusion that they are a good match.

Especially given their sensitive identities and the complex and complicated relationships within wealthy families,

The comments under the photo were full of blessings, praising the two as a match made in heaven, and some even dug up their past relationship history.

"They're such a perfect match, Chu Yuebai is so beautiful."

"It's like a scene from a novel about a wealthy family coming to life!"

"So they were childhood sweethearts! It's such a shame they ended up together!"

"What's there to regret? Look at how President Jing's eyes are full of Yue Bai; that Miss Chu Liu who inexplicably interfered can step aside."

Seeing the woman's lips curl into a smile,

A hint of mockery flashed in his eyes.

The fingertips gripping the phone tightly turned slightly white.

How ironic! It seems that one's values ​​really do follow one's physical appearance.

Yes, she is the one referred to in the top comments as...

"The Unexpectedly Intervening Miss Chu Liu"—Chu Wuyang

After being the fifth young lady of the Lunar New Year for 22 years, she was dethroned last year.

After replacing her with a nominal Mrs. Jing, everyone felt that she had gotten the better deal.

Is that really the case?

The man in the photo is her husband of two years, now a business tycoon in Haicheng, China.

The woman is her illegitimate older sister, who is known as a "rising star" in the dance world and has recently been making headlines.

There are numerous cover stories about her on foreign websites, even though she has been pursuing a master's degree abroad for the past two years.

However, she also knew that her stepsister's current success was inseparable from the support of her husband's powerful capital and extensive network of connections.

Thinking of this,

Chu Wuyang suddenly turned off her phone screen, feeling a surge of frustration. She lowered her head to calm herself down.

I looked up to see the beautiful scenery outside the window and try to distract myself.

From the perspective of the elite man on the other side of the lounge,

Suddenly, the woman glanced at him casually, and in that instant,

He felt as if he had been electrocuted.

He stood up and quickly walked towards her. When he stood in front of her,

The woman was already gazing out the window, completely absorbed.

Without further hesitation, he smiled and began to speak in Chinese:

"Hello, miss, could I have your contact information? My name is Zhou Heng."

He said with a smile.

The woman turned her head when she heard the voice, her hesitant yet clear eyes fixed on him.

In that instant, he felt as if time had stood still.

"Sorry, it's not convenient."

A woman's voice rang out in refusal.

She gave him a polite but distant smile.

But that smile was filled with loneliness and solitude.

There were also some emotions that Zhou Heng couldn't understand.

Even if you've been rejected, continuing to pester them would be ungentlemanly.

But faced with such a unique and captivating beauty,

It's worth trying again.

"You look a little tired, do you need to rest for a while? I can have a cup of coffee with you."

Zhou Heng said calmly.

A barely perceptible hint of annoyance flickered across the woman's face.

"Thank you, but no need."

I was rejected again.

Just then, the airport's announcement came on, and the woman quickly stood up and said to Zhou Heng...

"Feel sorry"

I picked up my luggage and quickly headed towards the boarding gate.

Her flight was a direct flight from New York to Sea City.

Zhou Heng looked at the woman's retreating figure as she walked towards the boarding gate and spoke somewhat anxiously.

"Are you going to Haicheng for tourism or are you from Haicheng? I'm the eldest son of the Zhou family from Haicheng..."

The woman's figure receded into the distance; clearly, she hadn't heard him clearly, and she certainly wouldn't answer him.

Zhou Heng thought regretfully, knowing it was Haicheng, he narrowed down the possibilities.

With the Zhou family's influence in Haicheng, finding someone shouldn't be too difficult.

I comforted myself, saying: We'll meet again.