Lu Family Mansion, 09:20;
The next morning, Rong Xinghe descended the staircase, her elegance understated yet impossible to overlook.
She wore a beige floral button-down shirt tucked neatly into matching parallel-cut trousers, the soft monochrome look elongated by a pair of polished beige pumps. Her jet-black hair cascaded freely down her back, each step sending a faint sway through the strands, while a whisper of pink across her lips lent a gentle warmth to her calm, composed beauty.
The Six Tigresses were positively radiant, their mood soaring ever since their partners had broken the news: she had agreed to meet Xi Yuan today. It was as though hope itself had taken physical form and floated around the living room.
Best. News. Ever.
Even if the meeting was purely to discuss an upcoming press conference, it still meant she was willing to be in his presence again. And that alone—was a beginning.
"Princess, breakfast."
