The next day passed in a blur. Towards evening, Gu Liansheng introduced a team of stylists to Shen Linyi.
They arrived promptly, carrying garment bags and sleek silver cases that gleamed under the chandelier's light.
The soft scent of luxury fabrics and perfume drifted through the room as the head stylist gave a polite bow.
"Madam Gu, President Gu has instructed that you be fitted for the banquet tonight," she said, her voice filled with respect but efficiency.
Shen Linyi blinked, momentarily taken aback as she placed her book on the table. "He did?"
"Of course I did," came Gu Liansheng's calm reply.
Gu Liansheng was leaning lazily against the doorframe, one hand tucked in his pocket, the other holding a tablet. His expression was relaxed but his sharp, assessing gaze was all too aware.
"You didn't think I'd let my wife attend in just anything, did you?" he asked, a teasing smile hanging on his lips.
