Huang Yanyan's POV:
The sleek limo glided through Beijing's posh streets as I took in the sights with unabashed wonder. Towering skyscrapers gave way to tree-lined boulevards and stately mansions that oozed old money from every aristocratic brick.
"Damn, Gramps, you really live like this?" I nudged Huang Jiang beside me. "The guys back in Wuhan would never believe this glamour life."
He threw back his head with a belly laugh. "Why, my dear girl, this is nothing! Just you wait until we get to the villa - then you'll really be impressed."
"Oh, I'm already plenty impressed," I assured him with a wry grin. "This little city girl has been leveled up to a whole new level of ballin'."
Wu Qiang's stern features twitched almost imperceptibly at my casual slang. He was just Gramps' old friend and came from serious wealth himself, like Wu Haoyu's family. But he still carried that aristocratic stiffness. Huang Jiang caught the look and threw an arm around my shoulders conspiratorially.
