Just as Hui Yin was deliberating her choices, a maid came inside her room carrying a large white box with a red velvet bow on top.
She handled it like she was almost afraid to touch it, and gently put it down on Hui Yin's bed.
"Madam, sir told me to give this to you."
Seeing her questioning look, the maid answered in a polite voice.
Hui Yin shifted her gaze from the white box lying on the bed to the back of the departing maid that was now closing her bedroom door. So...Lu Shen had already arrived. Unable to resist her curiosity, Hui Yin pulled the end of the ribbon and slowly untied it.
As Hui Yin lifted the dress, she gasped in surprise. Without thinking twice about it, she flung off Sister Su's yellow dress and put on the one inside the box.
There was no denying that it was a haute-couture level design. With a Sabrina neckline that showed off her slender neck and shoulders, the dress ended just before her knees, flaring like a vintage A-line skirt. It was deep red in color, but the shade was so dark that it could almost be mistaken as black.
Somehow it reminded Hui Yin of a Black Baccara rose, and against her milky white skin, the dress was like a blooming flower atop a snowy mountain peak.
"Perfect," she breathed.
Hui Yin had done her hair in a simple waterfall braid, leaving some tendrils to frame her face.
With a last look at her reflection on the mirror, she grabbed her purse and went out of the room.
She couldn't find Lu Shen on the ground floor, so Hui Yin made her way into the wide courtyard. A black Maybach Exelero waited there, while Lu Shen, dressed in a black suit, leaned carelessly against the car, as if he were lounging in a doorway.
His fingers idly lifted a cigarette towards his mouth.
He took a deep breath, staring at her through the curl of smoke that slowly winded up into the cold air.
Like a fire that had been doused by water, Hui Yin's mood instantly turned sour.
Since when did this bastard started smoking again? Hui Yin had finally succeeded in curing him of this bad habit when he had suffered from amnesia, but it seemed that all of her work was rapidly going down into the drain!
Lung cancer! Premature aging! Impotence!
Did she have to go through the whole schematics again?
But Hui Yin abruptly stopped. So what if Lu Shen had a relapse in smoking?
What does it have to do with her?
Let Nian Zhen take care of her impotent husband in the future. Serves her right if he couldn't muster an erection for her.
Lu Shen remained silent the entire time, his face as still as a cold lake. His eyes scanned her over, and with a flicker in his glance that flashed too quickly for Hui Yin to see, he turned around and got into the driver seat after putting out the cigarette in his hand.
Hui Yin hesitated, then pulled open the door to the passenger seat. This time, Lu Shen did not help her fasten her seatbelt.
Hui Yin was about to open her mouth to ask if he had already prepared a birthday gift to Wang Yong, when without warning her, he slammed onto the accelerator and sped the car with no signs of slowing down.