First floor living room.
Lu Youting, in a crisply tailored suit, appeared striking with his white shirt contrasting against the black. Under the dazzling light of the crystal chandelier, his features looked profoundly handsome, yet the contours of his jawline were so sharp that they were startling.
Jiang Shihua, the old lady, walked over without changing her expression and extended her hand to him, her face bearing a harmless, shallow smile. "My dear nephew, I didn't know you would visit today. What brings you here? Could it be a new collaborative project?"
Lu Youting coolly glanced at her extended hand and, not wanting to waste time, got straight to the point. "Madam should be very clear about why I am here today. Jian Si, my wife, please hand her over to me."
Jiang Shihua didn't get angry, withdrew her hand, and smiled like a sly fox.
"My dear nephew, what are you talking about? How could Jian Si be here with me? You must be mistaken!"