Chapter 87: Prodigal Son_1

Fu Yanlin's arm was entwined by a woman and they walked in, chatting and laughing.

The woman was dressed in a wine-red sleeveless body-hugging dress. Her figure was immaculate, comparable to a model's. Her long hair was the type that, Zhu Qingjia once said, can only be nurtured with wealth and time. Combined with her delicate makeup and smile, she looked both radiant and beautiful.

At a glance, Wen Sheng recognized her as the woman who was crying heart-breakingly while hugging Fu Yanlin outside Yeyu Mountain House.

Caught off guard, they locked eyes. Wen Sheng moved her gaze away indifferently, smiled at Lin Yuanzhi, and casually asked him about his latest stock purchases.

The waiter ushered Gu Siyi and Fu Yanlin to the table next to theirs. Luckily, this restaurant, on account of preserving guests' privacy and maintaining a pleasant dining ambiance, had tables well spaced out. The constant flow of music made it impossible to hear the whispers at the neighboring tables.