Even though he was already wealthy, Chen Yan still maintained a prudent habit: he was always cautious.
So, when he encountered issues he didn't understand, he humbly sought advice from professionals.
He wouldn't admit that he was just looking for an excuse to chat with Yang Rou...
Upon arriving at Yang Rou's office, Yang Rou was busy handling official duties.
Chen Yan didn't disturb her; instead, he made himself comfortable on the sofa, his gaze wandering over Yang Rou.
Maybe it was the "nourishment" of "love," but Yang Rou seemed to radiate the charm of a mature woman more than ever.
Not only did she apply younger or more vibrant makeup, but her attire was no longer limited to the formal suits she used to wear.
Today was no exception.
She was wearing a beautiful dress. Its cinched waist design accentuated her figure beautifully.
And there was her ponytail.
She looked a good seven or eight years younger.
Chen Yan's eyes lingered on her, a bit enviously.
