Zhou Yuxi slid in beside Mu Yunchen, and the car was moving before she had even fully closed her door, Li Feng navigating through the early morning traffic with smooth competence.
"The jeweler first," Mu Yunchen said, his hand finding hers again in the space between them. "We are doing this properly, even if we are doing it improperly."
The jewelry store that Li Feng had recommended was a small, elegant establishment tucked between larger commercial buildings, the kind of place that catered to discerning clients rather than casual browsers. The owner was just unlocking the front door when they arrived, a distinguished older gentleman who looked mildly surprised to see customers at such an early hour.
