The tail end of winter hasn't completely left, but beneath the heated glass dome of the CBD, it's perpetually warm like spring. The air is filled with the unique aroma of luxury fragrances, freshly ground coffee, and money.
Xi Wanrong was wearing a well-tailored uniform suit and six-centimeter high heels. She was standing behind a luxury jewelry counter with an impeccable professional smile on her face.
Her eyes were like the most sophisticated radar, silently scanning every potential customer who passed by.
Her gaze would eventually and involuntarily drift towards the entrance to the private club on the top floor of the mall, which was only open to top VIPs.
There is her unreachable dream - the world of Ye Qingliu.
His knees seemed to still ache from the collision on the marble floor a year ago, but what hurt more was the cold assessment left by Ye Fanshuang's amber eyes.
She had replaced her cell phone with a new one a long time ago, but those crushed photos had taken root in her heart and were growing wildly and twistedly.
She would not give up. Worshiping money was her instinct, and Ye Qingliu was the most noble "gold" she could reach.
Clinging to him was her only shortcut to escape from her original quagmire and move up to the upper class.
In the early spring afternoon, sunlight shines through the huge glass curtain wall, casting long slanted shadows on the mirror-like ground.
Xi Wanrong took advantage of the short lunch break to buy a cup of the cheapest espresso at the coffee bar in the mall's atrium and found a secluded corner seat to sit down.
She needed to sort out her thoughts and needed a new breakthrough.
At this moment, a clear and youthful laughter sounded not far away.
"Liao Feng! Look at this! Doesn't it look exactly like the 'Mediterranean Sea' our high school physics teacher had?"
Xi Wanrong subconsciously looked in the direction of the sound.
I saw a young man wearing a simple black hooded sweatshirt and a loose bomber jacket on the outside, pointing at a peculiarly shaped metal installation sculpture in the art exhibition area and laughing.
The boy had a thin and tall figure, with neat black wolf-tail hair that swayed with his laughter. His profile was dazzlingly white in the sunlight, with a straight nose and a clean jawline.
Xi Wanrong's heart skipped a beat, not because of the boy's stunningly delicate appearance.
It was because of the extremely low-key, almost imperceptible dark embroidery on the cuff of his seemingly ordinary pilot jacket - that was the logo of the limited edition of the season from top luxury brands.
And the pair of seemingly ordinary sneakers on his feet, which Xi Wanrong had seen in a magazine, cost as much as her annual salary.
"Mr. Zhang, please keep your voice down..." Liao Feng, who was wearing glasses next to him, pushed his glasses helplessly.
Young Master Zhang? The Zhang family? Xi Wanrong's mind raced. Among the top wealthy families, the Zhang family was definitely a leader! This young man...
Could it be the young master of the Zhang family who just returned from abroad? Rumor has it that he is very good-looking and seems to have a very simple personality?
A thought instantly wrapped around Xi Wanrong's heart like a poisonous vine - there was no way to start with Ye Qingliu for the time being, and Ye Fanshuang was like an iceberg that was difficult to cross.
But this young master of the Zhang family looks so "innocent" and harmless, and... seems to have connections with Ye Qingliu's circle? If I could get in touch with him...
A new, greedy fire instantly ignited in Xi Wanrong's eyes.
She quickly adjusted her hair and collar, picked up the cheap cup of coffee, put on a perfect smile with a hint of maturity, rationality and strength on her face, and walked towards them.
"Excuse me," she said in a gentle and pleasant voice. "Look at this handsome boy smiling so happily. Does this installation have any special meaning?"
She cleverly chose art as the entry point, which seemed natural and not abrupt.
Zhang Xuanhua turned his head upon hearing the voice, and his light blue eyes looked at Xi Wanrong, with a hint of just the right amount of surprise and confusion after being interrupted, like a student who was distracted in class and was called out by the teacher.
"Huh?" He blinked, then gave a clean and slightly embarrassed smile, pointing at the metal sculpture with a chipped dome.
"It's just...it feels like the hairstyle of our former physics teacher..." He touched the back of his head, his movements filled with the clumsiness and frankness of a teenager.
Liao Feng next to him held his forehead with his hands, looking "unbearable to watch".
Xi Wanrong covered her lips with a gentle chuckle, her eyes filled with tolerance and appreciation. "I see. Now that you mention it, they do look a bit alike. The handsome boy has a keen eye for observation and a real talent for art."
She complimented him, her eyes naturally sweeping over the dark patterns on Zhang Xuanhua's cuffs and the shoes on his feet, and she became more certain.
"Really?" Zhang Xuanhua's eyes lit up instantly, filled with the joy of being recognized. "Sister, do you understand art too?"
The word "sister" made Xi Wanrong's heart move slightly.
"Just a basic understanding. Working in this mall, you have to know something about fashion and design."
She skillfully revealed her identity while appearing modest. "My name is Xi Wanrong, and I work at the jewelry counter over there."
She pointed in a direction with a graceful attitude.
"Wow! Jewelry counter!" Zhang Xuanhua's interest seemed to be completely piqued, and his light blue eyes were full of curiosity.
"Sister, you must be very knowledgeable about gemstones, right? I'm trying to pick out a birthday present for my mom and I'm having a headache! Can you give me some advice?"
Xi Wanrong was ecstatic that the opportunity came so quickly.
"Of course!" Her smile became even more sincere and enthusiastic. "It's rare for Young Master Zhang to be so filial. Why don't we go over and take a look now? It's my lunch break, so I can give you a detailed introduction."
She took the initiative to extend the invitation, and her reasons were very reasonable.
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