Guiying curled up on the living room sofa, phone in hand, leisurely scrolling through the final replies to the two brands that had reached out for potential collaborations.
Both meetings had now been firmly scheduled for later that week, neatly squeezed around tomorrow morning's important Tong-Shu meeting.
He placed the phone down against his knee, a satisfied smile touching his lips, just as Old Li appeared at the doorway with a clean cloth draped over his arm.
"Young Master, Luixian's lunch is ready," Old Li announced, lifting the neatly packed thermal container. A faint wisp of fragrant steam still escaped from the lid's seam, carrying the subtle aroma of carefully simmered dishes. "I was about to have Haiyan deliver it to the office."
Guiying sat up straight, already reaching out. "No need, I'll deliver it myself. I already promised him you see."
