Gu Jingchen stood in front of the transparent floor-to-ceiling window. The man's jet-black brows and deep-set eyes resembled an unfathomable deep sea. Even though he barely slept last night, his sharply defined, blade-like handsome features remained vibrant, exuding an air of wisdom. His entire presence was cloaked in a noble and elegant aura.
Gu Jingchen wore a black open-collared shirt, paired with an Italy-made suit designed and hand-sewn by a renowned designer, blending a slight Korean flair into its style. Every seam and cut was as precise and sharp as a blade. On the man's well-built body, the suit fit seamlessly and perfectly. Sunlight streamed through the glass window, casting a glow on his exceptional figure, imbuing him with an even more regal air—like a god descending to Earth.
"How's my wife doing?"
