To most people Qing Luan was the haughty Miss Luan.
A figure who controlled the Fen Clan's operations with precision and firmness.
But to Han Yu… She was still the same girl.
"Brother Ju," she said, her voice soft but steady as she bowed slightly.
Her way of addressing Han Yu had long since changed, something he himself had guided so as to establish a closer link.
Han Yu smiled faintly hearing her.
"You've done well."
That simple sentence caused a subtle change in her expression. The coldness eased, replaced by something warmer, though it lasted only a moment before she regained her composure. After all they were still in company of others.
"It is thanks to your guidance," she replied.
Han Yu walked with her deeper into the complex, observing everything around him. He did not need to ask for reports. He could see the results directly.
The Fen Clan had grown rapidly.
Connections had been established.
Trade routes secured.
Rivals subdued or absorbed.
And most importantly…
