The early morning sunlight shines through the gauze curtains into the room, creating patches of hazy light and shadow.
Qingyao slowly woke up and gradually regained consciousness. She rubbed her sleepy eyes and glanced around her, only to see an empty space. The bed no longer had the warmth of Lan Yuan.
She stood up, put on a loose nightgown, and walked barefoot into the living room, where she saw Lan Yuan, dressed in a neat suit and with his hair neatly combed, sitting upright on the sofa, concentrating on looking at documents.
His assistant stood aside, reporting his work in a low voice. Lan Yuan nodded slightly from time to time, and responded briefly from time to time. The laptop in front of him was open, and an online meeting was in progress. The image on the screen flickered, and various data and charts kept switching.
Qingyao walked gently to the bar and sat down. The exquisite breakfast was neatly arranged, exuding an enticing aroma.
She picked up a sandwich and took a small bite, her movements graceful and leisurely, as if the passion of last night and the busyness of the present were two completely separate worlds. Her eyes seemed calm, but they inadvertently drifted to Lan Yuan, and her thoughts drifted away with them. She recalled those passionate and lingering moments of last night and smiled a subtle smile.
Lan Yuan seemed to sense something. In between conversations with his assistant, he looked up at Qing Yao. The moment their eyes met, a flicker of awkwardness crossed his face. After briefly speaking to the screen, he ended the online meeting, stood up, and walked towards Qing Yao.
"Did you sleep well last night?" Lan Yuan's voice was hoarse and sexy, unique to the early morning. He sat down next to Qingyao and reached out to gently stroke her messy hair.
Qingyao moved lightly in front of Lan Yuan with lotus steps. Her figure was graceful, and her eyes were filled with all-seeing intelligence. She extended her slender fingers and gently lifted Lan Yuan's chin. The movement was gentle, but it carried an unquestionable aura. "I served you well last night. I will give you the answer you want. However, you must know that I am not your enemy."
Lan Yuan's body stiffened instantly, the expression on his face froze for a moment, then returned to normal, a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, "Okay, then when will you give me an answer?" There was a hint of eagerness and expectation in his voice, and his eyes were fixed on Qingyao.
Qingyao was not in a hurry. She just said lightly, "Don't be hurried." Then she slowly enjoyed her breakfast. Her elegant posture seemed as if all the troubles in the world had nothing to do with her.
After breakfast, Qingyao changed into a white cheongsam. The cut of the cheongsam perfectly outlined her curves. She looked like a fairy walking out of a painting, graceful and elegant.
Qingyao looked at Lanyuan and said softly, "Let's go."
Lan Yuan was slightly stunned, and before he could react, he subconsciously followed Qingyao out and got into the car. The car slowly drove towards the suburbs. Lan Yuan was full of curiosity. He knew very well that there was only a primeval forest here, and he really couldn't figure out the purpose of Qingyao bringing him here.
When they reached the edge of the forest, Qingyao got out of the car and gently took Lanyuan's hand. The little hand was soft but strong. She knocked on a branch a few times seemingly casually, and a magical thing happened. The originally dense primeval forest in front of her gradually changed, and a winding path appeared in front of her.
Qingyao led Lanyuan along the path, slowly leading them deeper into the forest's center. Lanyuan looked up and saw a cold pond. Before he could ask, Qingyao clapped her hands. In an instant, a castle rose from the pond, transforming the surrounding landscape dramatically. The original forest atmosphere was replaced by a magnificent castle.
At this moment, a large number of servants rushed out of the castle. They were the same poison warriors that Qingyao had transformed last time. They shouted in unison: "Welcome home, Her Majesty the Queen."
Lan Yuan widened his eyes in astonishment, his gaze moving back and forth between Qingyao and the castle. His heart was filled with shock and confusion, and countless questions swirled in his mind, but he didn't know where to start. He just stood there blankly, stunned by the incredible scene before him.
Qingyao opened her red lips slightly, and her voice was as sweet as a nightingale, "This is just one of my many identities. I will tell you about the others in the future." After she finished speaking, she walked into the castle surrounded by a group of servants.
This was Qingyao's decision after meditation last night. Since all parties were curious about her identity and ready to make a move, she would reveal her identity first to shock everyone. She had conveyed instructions to her subordinates yesterday and made careful preparations, which led to today's shocking appearance.
Lan Yuan followed Qing Yao into the castle. Everywhere he looked, he saw priceless antiques and treasures, glittering with brilliance, silently telling of the passage of time.
Qingyao seemed to be strolling in her own courtyard, free and easy, without any restraint. The servants were well-trained, with smart eyes and nimble hands and feet, providing Qingyao with thoughtful service, and every move showed their professionalism.
Lan Yuan stood there quietly, like a silent sculpture, his eyes fixed on everything happening before him. His deep and sharp gaze seemed to penetrate the layers of fog and discern the secrets hidden within.
As the head of a multinational corporation, Lan Yuan was a seasoned businessman with immense experience. He had witnessed everything from the fierce battles of international business negotiations to the charming customs and culture of scenic spots around the world. Yet, the scene unfolding before him was so unfamiliar and shocking that even this business elite, accustomed to grand occasions, could not help but sigh in amazement.
His gaze slowly swept over the servants bustling about the mansion. Each of their steps was light and agile, flowing as naturally as clouds and water. Their postures were upright and powerful, and every gesture exuded elegance and confidence. From their demeanor alone, Lan Yuan could easily tell that such a tradition and heritage was beyond the reach of ordinary families.
As his observation deepened, Lan Yuan's curiosity about Qingyao's true identity grew stronger and stronger, tinged with a subtle awe. What kind of background and family could have nurtured such a distinguished woman? And why was she here? Questions flooded his mind, driving Lan Yuan to an eagerness to uncover the truth behind this enigmatic mystery.
Qingyao led Lanyuan back to the castle, and then they walked out together. Standing on the path outside the castle, she looked at Lanyuan calmly and said softly, "You can report to your superiors now." Lanyuan paused at this, a look of surprise on his face, but he quickly regained his composure and nodded slightly, indicating his understanding. Without saying anything more, he turned and slowly left along the way he had come.
Qingyao stared quietly at Lan Yuan's receding back. The corners of her mouth rose slightly and a soft laugh escaped her, as if she was mocking all the troubles and suspicions in this world.
Then, she gently raised her hand and flicked her slender fingers. In an instant, the surrounding scene changed like a dream, and she was once again in the magnificent hall of the castle.
Qingyao lowered her head slightly, looking at her delicately trimmed orchid fingers. A barely perceptible coldness flashed in her eyes. She parted her red lips, her voice soft yet filled with unquestionable authority: "Ayi, please pay attention to the recent movements."
Ayi, the leader of the poison warriors and a loyal poison warrior, immediately responded respectfully, quietly retreated, and went to carry out Qingyao's instructions.
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com