The Ling Family also maintained a similar tradition of servitude with the Lian Family, even though it wasn’t quite like the hereditary nature of ancient butlers. In Yu Zexiao’s household, it was the same with Yang Haoming and his father, Yang Yiyu, who also served by his side and that of his father.
"What else does she usually do by your side?"
Yu Zexiao looked at her puzzled, "Why are you asking all this?"
Ling Yinuo smiled, "Well, it’s not every day I see a woman by your side......."
Yu Zexiao’s smile was one of habitual disdain, "You’re thinking too much! When have I ever lacked for an assistant beside me? Besides, who am I, to possibly be with her......."
Before he could finish, the door suddenly opened, and the senior beautician came out with a smile, "She’s all dressed up."
They set down their coffee cups and turned to look—
The entrance to the female guest area was blocked by a frosted glass door. From afar, the sound of high heels could be heard, "tap tap," "tap tap," clear and crisp, striking one’s heart like a musical piece.
Even without seeing her, one could sense—this was a woman with "flavor"!
Through the frosted glass, one could barely make out a blurry female figure. Her poise was graceful and elegant, especially behind the opaque glass, her partial concealment was so tantalizing that one would want to press up against the door just to get a glimpse of her!
Then, the reflected shadow slowly moved to the edge of the door, where a surge of red seemed to float over—
Yu Zexiao’s eyes suddenly widened, a bad feeling flooding his emotions!
The dizzy, restless night of Las Vegas, the noisy air around him, the crisp sound of high heels in the corridor, the charming woman in red, and a night of chaotic, strange memories—
It couldn’t be, it just couldn’t!
As he pondered, the door, right in front of him and Ling Yinuo, burst open!
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Dressed in red, her hair curled into a loose, lazy style and wearing golden high heels, Jian Anning appeared before them, adorned with no jewelry except for those items. The clothing she wore was the "red" from the "Red and Black" series previously discussed by Ling Yinuo, which hadn’t been finished last time and thus had not been worn by her. Last time, while trying on clothes, Ling Yinuo had also taken Jian Anning’s measurements and had slightly altered the dress to fit her better, making it more enticing. The clinging satin outlined her full bosom, slender waist, and long, pale legs. The neckline was cut rather low, allowing Yu Zexiao from his angle to easily see the two snowy peaks beneath her collarbone and the rippling valley between them.
Her eyebrows were intentionally drawn long and arching, and her slightly thick eyeliner reflected the deep, serene depths of her eyes. Her face wasn’t caked with an excess of makeup; just a thin layer of skincare product, yet her skin glowed pink through the white like the petals of peach blossoms in March, tender enough to seem water could be squeezed from them.