Beijing Colors Lingering

Time is slipping away quietly, and soon it's early summer.

Shen Jinsui graduated and returned to China this month. She first went back to the Cheng family's old house and stayed for a while, spending time with her parents and grandparents.

Next, she got busy with work, and today she had some free time so she met up with some friends at the Beijing Club.

As the sun sets, the evening breeze carries the restlessness of approaching summer.

Before long, the sky gradually turned a mysterious dark color, and the clouds and dust cleared away, as if a thick, heavy black ink had been splashed on it.

The driver took Shen Jinsui to the Beijing Club. After she got out of the car and went inside, she had just reached the third floor when she heard a slightly familiar voice—

"Suisui?"

Upon hearing this, Shen Jinsui turned around and saw her friend Jiang Yining walking out of a private room.

She glanced at it; it was the largest private room on the third floor, with several waiters and bodyguards in black waiting at the door.

Jiang Yining came to her school a few years ago as an exchange student for a year, and that's how they met and became friends.

Jiang Yining walked up to Shen Jinsui, knowing that she was graduating this month, and asked, "Suisui, when did you come back to China?"

Shen Jinsui smiled and nodded, replying, "Two weeks ago."

"Will you stay in Beijing from now on?"

"Mm." Shen Jinsui nodded slightly.

Jiang Yining smiled and said, "Then we can see each other more often in the future."

At this moment, Shen Jinsui's gaze inadvertently drifted behind her.

Several waitresses dressed in matching cheongsams led the way, followed by a group of distinguished young noblemen.

The man in the lead was tall and imposing, with broad shoulders, a narrow waist, and long legs. He wore a crisp black shirt with a pointed collar, which accentuated his strong, muscular chest.

He was handsome and noble, with deep-set brows, jet-black eyes, and a high nose bridge. He exuded the calm and restrained aura of a mature man.

The top two buttons of the shirt collar were undone, revealing a slender neck and a delicate collarbone that was faintly visible.

The man's sleeves were loosely rolled up, revealing his fair and jade-like wrists. Sexy blue veins were visible on his arms, and a Patek Philippe Ref. 6002G-001 astronomical tourbillon watch was visible on his right wrist.

His hands hung down at his sides, his fingers long and slender, his knuckles clearly defined, and his muscles and bones well-proportioned.

Tall and upright like a crane, with the grace of rosy clouds and the charm of the moon.

He suddenly stopped and leaned against the dark black door of a private room not far away, casually putting one hand into his trouser pocket.

His expression was calm and composed, yet it also conveyed a sense of nonchalance. However, it gave people a strong sense of pressure, and it was not hard to tell that he was a decision-maker who had been in a high position for many years.

The man glanced sideways, his deep gaze sweeping over without any emotion, looking at the woman standing next to Jiang Yining.

The woman wore a black, pearl-embellished halter-neck dress that perfectly showcased her shapely figure. Her snow-white skin, illuminated by the ceiling lights, appeared even more flawless, shimmering with an ivory-like sheen.

Her long, bouncy, black, seaweed-like hair cascaded over her shoulders, giving her a relaxed and carefree look.

A vibrant red diamond necklace adorned her slender, fair neck, while a pair of dazzling diamond earrings swayed gently. On her delicate, fair wrist hung a Patek Philippe Gondolo 7042/100G-010 white gold watch.

Those round, fox-like eyes, with slightly upturned corners, were as clear and bright as lake water, as if they could hold a sky full of stars. Her nose was delicate and straight, and her lips were like blooming red roses.

This is a face that could bring ruin to a country, with bright, beautiful, and lively features, so pure and untouched by worldly affairs.

It possesses both allure and innocence, making it breathtakingly beautiful.

Soon, their eyes met, and Shen Jinsui's heart skipped a beat. She then subtly avoided the other person's gaze.

At this moment, another handsome man slowly walked forward.

With a slender waist and bushy temples, he possessed a tall and graceful figure. He exuded an exceptional and outstanding aura, and was unconventional and unrestrained.

The man stopped and looked at Shen Jinsui with curiosity, a hint of amazement flashing in his eyes.

Immediately afterwards, two more men stepped forward and, following their gaze, glanced at them suspiciously.

Oh, so these two were looking at pretty girls.

At that moment, Shen Jinsui withdrew her gaze and asked, "Are they your friends?"

"Mm." Jiang Yining nodded.

Shen Jinsui said, "I'm going to find my friend first."

Jiang Yining smiled and nodded, "Okay, let's make another appointment later."

Only after Shen Jinsui left did the man leaning against the door of the private room slowly withdraw his gaze.

As Jiang Yining walked towards the private room, a handsome man put his arm around her shoulder and casually asked, "Was that young girl your friend?"

Jiang Yining looked up at Ye Jinwen and nodded in response, "Mm."

Afterwards, the group entered the private room and took their seats. At first glance, they were all young masters from wealthy and privileged families.

At this moment, several waiters who were waiting nearby stepped forward one by one, carefully bent down, and poured hot tea for them, then silently retreated.

On the wall directly opposite the main seat is a huge electronic screen, which is broadcasting the nighttime Formula One World Championship held in Singapore.

The spacious and luxurious private room was filled with the aroma of tea and a misty atmosphere.

The man sitting in the main seat looked up at Jiang Yining and asked in a deep voice, "What's your friend's name?"

Jiang Yining was somewhat surprised to hear this. Ye Jinwen's friend had always been aloof from women, so she never expected him to take the initiative to ask about Shen Jinsui.

After a moment, she replied simply, "Her name is Shen Jinsui, and she has been studying abroad."

After saying that, Jiang Yining thought for a moment and then added a few more words: "Today's 'Jin' is the 'Sui' of 'years'. And she just graduated this year and will be living in Beijing from now on."

Ye Jin, with his eyes focused on his nose and his mind focused on his heart, immediately sensed something was amiss.

He reached out and patted Zhou Yancong on the shoulder, raised an eyebrow, and teased, "Did you take a fancy to that girl from earlier?"

Zhou Yancong smiled faintly, leaned casually against the back of the high-end leather chair, and crossed his long legs at will.

A hint of nonchalance appeared in his deep eyes as he gently stroked the jade thumb ring on his left thumb with his right hand.

It is a glass-type imperial green jadeite, with a delicate and pure texture and no cracks or inclusions. It is a pure, rich, and even emerald green, with high transparency and a glassy luster.

The top is engraved with a flamboyant and unrestrained "Zhou" character, while the bottom is carved with a lifelike dragon. This is a token representing the Zhou family's leader.

Suddenly, Shen Jinsui's image flashed through Zhou Yancong's mind. He felt inexplicably familiar with her, as if he had seen her before.

Ye Jinwen was slightly surprised, staring at his expression, realizing that he was indeed interested in Shen Jinsui.

It's quite rare to see a man who's always been abstinent and aloof start to fall in love.

He Sinian, who had been listening to their conversation, looked at Zhou Yancong with a hint of amusement in his voice: "Even an old man can have romantic feelings."

Immediately afterward, Xu Tingzhou, who was sitting next to Zhou Yancong, chimed in: "You fell in love with that girl at first sight?"

Zhou Yancong lazily lifted his eyelids, glanced at them, and toyed with the gold-embossed lighter with his well-defined fingers.

love at first sight?

He didn't.

He looked at the screen in front of him, his eyes cold and calm, revealing no emotion whatsoever. He spoke in a slow and casual tone: "Too much nonsense."

Zhou Yancong threw away the lighter in his hand, picked up the cigarette case on the table, and pulled out a cigarette with his slender fingers.

Upon seeing this, a waiter who was waiting nearby quickly stepped forward, bent down, and picked up a lighter to light it for him.

The tungsten filament burned, emitting a scarlet light. Flames flickered and rose, white smoke slowly swirling between his fingers.

He exuded the refined and leisurely air cultivated by a noble family, resembling the demeanor of someone in a high position.

Seeing this, the group stopped joking and focused their attention on the F1 live broadcast.

Zhou Yancong, a cigarette dangling from his lips, stared blankly at the screen, the bright light reflecting off his angular face.

The man has excellent bone structure, with a smooth and perfect nose bridge, resembling a graceful mountain peak.

Subsequently, the race ended, and the team that ultimately won the championship was the one exclusively sponsored by the Zhou family's Huaheng Group.

Upon seeing the match result, Zhou Yancong showed no change in expression, his hand, holding a cigarette, resting lazily on the armrest of his chair. The crimson light flickered between his slender fingers, making his fair knuckles appear even colder.

After a moment, he moved his hand above the ashtray and flicked the ash with his fingertips. Then, he picked up his teacup with his other hand and took a small sip.

Ye Jinwen looked away from the screen. In this competition, the team sponsored by the Ye family only came in third place.

He glanced at Zhou Yancong, his tone slightly displeased: "You won again."

Zhou Yanzong extinguished his cigarette in the ashtray, calm and collected, his voice deep and indifferent: "As expected."

Seeing his calm and confident demeanor, Ye Jinwen couldn't stand it and scoffed, "It's just that you were lucky."

After he finished speaking, he raised his hand and waved to the waiter who was waiting beside him.

Soon, the dealer, who had been waiting in the private room, came over, bowed to them, and began to set up the game, distributing cards and chips to each person.

At this moment, several waiters came forward to refill their hot tea.

Amidst the rising steam of tea, chips scattered across the table, and a slender, jade-like finger flipped over a card, the man in the main seat remaining composed.