She stood and moved to the dresser, pulling out the dress Ting Fei had included, a simple navy blue sheath dress, elegant but understated. The kind of thing that said "respectable" without trying too hard.
She changed quickly, then examined herself in the small mirror above the dresser.
The burns on her arms were still visible below the short sleeves, the bandages on her hands clearly apparent. Her hair fell in loose, slightly disheveled waves around her face. She looked tired. Hurt. Vulnerable.
Perfect.
Lu Yuze appeared behind her in the mirror, now wearing the black shirt and gray pants, looking every inch the powerful businessman.
"Ready?" he asked.
"Almost," Shuyin said. She turned to face him. "Wake Chen Xiao. He needs to change into something presentable for dinner."
Lu Yuze moved to the bed where Chen Xiao was curled up and gently shook his shoulder. "Time to wake up. We need to go downstairs."
