Yunying leaned back on the terrace, letting the soft afternoon breeze brush against her face.
She hadn't started any of the planning proper yet, the laptop for herself, the tablet for Tan Mo, the schedules, the calculations but soon, she would.
First, she had to get her tools in place.
She tapped at her phone, confirming the order for the devices.
The delivery service promised arrival within thirty minutes.
That was efficient enough.
Tan Mo had already left the terrace to call the designers, sorting out the decorations and logistics for the tea party. Yunying didn't mention her electronics; Tan Mo didn't need to know yet.
The girl was competent and would focus on the tasks at hand.
After Yunying leaned back, watching the horizon, at this point in the novel, Xiao Lian had already married Qian Jinxing and used that status to crush Yunying's reputation.
A sweet smile on the surface, a knife hidden behind her back.
