It was a little after six in the evening.
Inside the presidential suite of the Burj Al Arab Hotel.
Lin Chu had just taken a shower. He changed into a men's long robe made of black and gold Xiangyun Sha. Looking at himself in the mirror, he admired its vintage flair—a perfect fusion of the traditional and the modern.
In terms of today's popular fashion trends, it could be called "neo-Chinese chic."
Since he was going to the princes' party tonight, he figured he should at least make an effort to look sharp.
After styling his hair and spritzing a bit of cologne on his neck, a satisfied smile spread across Lin Chu's lips.
'Just one word... Handsome!'
Yang Huixian sat on the sofa, a smile on her face as she languidly watched the scene unfold, fully sensing her man's narcissism.
'Still,' she mused, 'he has indeed gotten a lot better-looking and more fit since I first met him.'
'Objectively speaking, it's a huge improvement.'
