Not A Single Ounce Of Regret

When Qing Chen arrived at the property of Wang Yimin, he was told by a maid that the cousins were still enjoying a glass of champagne. He was let in and was directed to the pool. Soft lights illuminated the space and he found Feng Xuan at one of the lounge chairs, her tall willowy cousin on the seat in front of her.

She lighted up when she saw him. "Husband!" she waved him over and seemed to had just taken a look at the sky. "I didn't notice it was already this late," she laughed.

"It's a nice house you have here, Wang Yimin," he said.

"Thank you!" the cousin replied to him. "You both should stay for dinner!"