As the clock struck past seven-thirty, luxury cars rolled through the gates one after another. Golden lights cascaded from the balconies like waterfalls of stars, illuminating the lush gardens below. The maids and butlers moved with refined precision between guests carrying trays of champagne and delicate wine, signalling at the start of the birthday celebration.
"Dr. Yang! What an honor to finally meet you again!"
"Mrs. Yang, you look even younger than last year!"
Yang Bingqing nearly rolled her eyes. The man praising her youth had spent the previous year attempting to impress Yang Cheng in securing a director's position in one of the hospitals owned by the Yang family.
"You are too kind," she smiled sweetly.
A second later she turned around and whispered to her husband. "That fox only came because he wants to practically own the hospital in Shanghai."
Yang Cheng calmly sipped his tea, the least bothered. "Hm."
