Mr. Qin sat in the VIP lounge, an air of anticipation swirling around him like the smoke from his cigarette.
Despite the luxurious surroundings and the box containing a ring resting beside a bouquet of flowers on the table, his mood was far from celebratory.
His brow furrowed with worry as he glanced intermittently at his phone screen and then at his wristwatch. It was past eight, and she still hadn't
arrived.
The door to the lounge creaked open, interrupting his thoughts. Ziyu, his trusted aide, entered with a troubled expression.
"Young master, I've been trying to reach her, but she's not answering my calls," he explained in a hushed tone, sensing Mr. Qin's growing impatience.
Mr. Qin's frown deepened, his mind racing with concern. What could be keeping her so long? His fingers drummed anxiously on the table as he debated whether to wait a little longer or to take action.