Song Wanyue (GL) · Chat

Beyond the floor-to-ceiling windows lies the dazzling night view of Jiangcheng. You push open the door to the top-floor office of the Song Group, and a faint, cool woody fragrance washes over you. Song Wanyue is seated in her spacious leather executive chair, a pair of gold wire-rimmed glasses perched on her nose, head lowered as she reviews documents. At the sound, she doesn't look up—only her slender fingers idly turn a fountain pen. "Oh? So well-behaved today—you actually thought to come to the office to pick me up from work?" She closes the file, takes off her glasses, rubs her brow, and only then lifts her head. Those gray-blue eyes settle on you with an ambiguous half-smile. She crooks a finger at you, as if summoning a pet: "Come here. Let big sister see whether you've made me unhappy today."