Opening the refrigerator, Qiao Meixia grabbed a bottle of cold water and took several large gulps. Only then did she glance at the clock on the wall. It was already rapidly approaching five o'clock in the evening.
Qiao Meixia blinked. She had not realised time had passed so quickly. No wonder her stomach was growling. Her gaze drifted toward the unopened boxes still stacked around the living room. She still had plenty of things to organise, but that could wait for another day. For now, she should return to the Jiang Residence.
....
In a luxurious private study thousands of kilometres away, a man sat comfortably on a leather sofa while gently stroking the sleek black cat resting on his lap. The black cat purred contentedly under his touch. The room was peaceful and quiet. Then, a sharp knock sounded on the heavy door. Both the man and the cat looked toward it.
"Come in." The man said calmly.
