Chapter 93

Huang Yanyan's POV:

As we entered the opulent mall, I couldn't help but gawk a little at the sheer grandeur of it all. The polished marble floors, soaring glass ceilings, and high-end boutiques at every turn put even the most upscale Wuhan shopping districts to shame. People openly stared as Wu Haoyu and I made our way through the crowds, no doubt drinking in the striking contrasts we presented.

I mean, the man looked like he'd been plucked straight off a runway with that impeccably tailored suit clinging to his lean, powerful frame. And then there was me - still flaunting my generous curves and bold sensuality in a way that must have seemed almost obscene compared to Beijing's prim beauty standards. I shot a few assessing gazers a cheeky wink, making their eyes widen comically.

Wu Haoyu was in the middle of lecturing me about the mall's storied history when a shrill voice suddenly rang out.

"Wu Haoyu! Wu Haoyu, it's really you!"