Lu Meng stepped out of the car in a tailored gown, her smile practiced and confident.
But it vanished quickly.
All eyes were not on her—they were on Gu Fenyi.
No one cared about the high-profile stylist she brought or the expensive jewelry. The flashbulbs didn’t fire for her.
Instead, Gu Fenyi was the center of the storm.
She didn’t walk—she glided. Su Ting walked half a step behind her, adjusting the hem of her gown with the reverence of a courtier.
The crowd fell silent. Even the media forgot to snap for a second.
Jiang Yue’s gaze locked on Gu Fenyi. For the first time, he looked stunned. “...Is this her sweet date?” he murmured.
Meanwhile, Fu Ming, the ever-calm head of the Fu family, narrowed his eyes. Why was Secretary Su acting like that? Why was Gu Fenyi greeting Jiang Er?
And most importantly—why did it all feel… natural?
Click. Click. Click.
The shutters resumed.