As the soft hum of the city life resonated in the distance, the riverfront villa, nestled on the bank of the Huangpu River, stood with understated elegance.
Its two stories held a quiet dignity, with the prime riverside location making it one of the most coveted properties in Shanghai.
The villa's interior was a sanctuary of warmth and light, the kitchen a heart that pumped the fragrance of home-cooked meals throughout the rooms.
Fu Yuxin, a young lady commanding the kitchen, moved with a practiced grace. Her delicate features were a testament to youthful beauty — her skin was fair and her eyes, framed by long, sweeping lashes, held a depth of warmth. Her hair cascaded in gentle waves, soft and dark, occasionally caught by the light to reveal hints of a deep, rich black. It was as if she had stepped out of a portrait, her appearance effortlessly blending with the villa's serene atmosphere.