VIP lounge.
A Zitan wood censer, shaped like an ancient bronze tripod with a subtle blue-green hue, wafted fragrant smoke upwards.
In the center stood the Pearwood Council Platform, echoing with ancient charm, around which sat seven or eight heirs from prominent families.
Zhou Luchen occupied the main seat on the sofa, a bronze tripod and Qi'nan Wood placed before him. His slender, well-defined fingers manipulated the incense tongs, slowly roasting the incense back and forth, unhurried and leisurely, until the sweet, rich aroma of the Nan wood was released.
Wenxin stood directly behind him, her hand resting on the armrest, her gaze fixed on his every move.
Still so fond of Bai Qinan.
So loyal, yet so fickle.
It all depended on the subject.
For incense, only the finest, most precious Bai Qinan would do.
For cigarettes, only the absolute best.