Chapter 47
Gu Xi stood to the side, watching Manager Wang rush forward to open the car door with exaggerated care, his hands positioned on the frame as if he were attending to royalty—no, more reverently than he would even serve his own father.
The first thing she saw was a polished leather shoe, custom-made and gleaming. Then came a long, lean leg encased in tailored silver-gray trousers. Gu Xi's heart beat faster. Anyone who could elicit such groveling from Lanzhi Club's manager had to be someone powerful.
When the man stepped out fully, her breath caught. He wore a crisp white shirt with a presence so sharp and commanding that even Ji Feiyang, at the peak of his arrogance in her last life, couldn't hold a candle to it.
Men like him were rare.
Before she could stop herself, Gu Xi found herself staring directly at his face—right into his eyes.
She froze. His gaze was piercing, precise, and unrelenting. She had spent ten years learning to read people, to hide her own thoughts. But in that one moment, she knew—this man could see right through her. She wasn't ready for someone like him.
The man glanced at her, then moved on as if she were invisible. Manager Wang's forehead broke into a sheen of sweat. He kept darting anxious glances at Gu Xi, silently begging her to disappear before she got in trouble.
Gu Xi had no choice but to shrink back, pressing herself against the glass wall. Her small, hesitant posture earned her another glance from the man, one sharper than the last.
When he finally turned and stepped through the glass doors into the club, both Gu Xi and Manager Wang breathed an audible sigh of relief.
Too soon.
Before the man could fully enter the building, a screech of tires echoed behind them. A flashy sports car skidded to a halt, and a voice Gu Xi would recognize even if it came from beyond the grave rang out—
"Second Young Master! Please, hear me out!"