Jiang Zirong had just finished a call with Wang Bin and received some bad news. The paperwork for that piece of land was surprisingly processed smoothly.

And the person who facilitated this was none other than Sun Peiying, the Chief Officer of Flower Island!

What business does that old man have getting involved in this? And what is his relationship with An Yiqing?

Jiang Zirong’s brows furrowed into a knot, unable to fathom Sun Peiying’s true intentions in this matter. Is he helping An Yiqing, or is he just trying to complicate things for Jiang Zirong?

"Go, investigate whether the Sun Family has had any recent contact with An Yiqing."

Jiang Zirong leaned lazily back on the sofa, his legs propped up on the coffee table in front, toying with a string of prayer beads, lost in thought.

Soon enough, a subordinate quickly entered and handed him the gathered information.

Jiang Zirong raised his eyelids lazily, glanced over the materials, and let out a disdainful laugh.

So it turns out he just saved that old man’s granddaughter’s life. I thought it was some life-debt relationship!

"Keep a close eye on that land. The moment there’s any move, disrupt it for me. I’ll take the blame if anything happens!" Jiang Zirong tossed the papers to the ground with a arrogant tone, "I want An Yiqing to see the consequences of competing with Jiang Zirong for something!"

The people from the Galaxy Sect immediately went to make arrangements. After everyone had left, Uncle Jiang, who had been standing behind Jiang Zirong, slowly spoke up.

"Family Head, the eldest young lady has called, she’s returning tomorrow." His eyes gleamed slightly, a touch of a smile flitted across his face.

Mentioning the eldest young lady softened Jiang Zirong’s expression. He raised a wild smile, "That girl! She’s finally returning home!"

At that moment, An Yiqing, resting in her hotel room, received a call from Li Yuphei. At six o’clock tomorrow evening, there will be a banquet at the Li Family Mansion to celebrate Old Master Li’s good health.

An Yiqing gladly agreed, pondering what gift to prepare for Old Master Li.

The next day, at five in the afternoon, An Yiqing arrived at the busiest commercial district of Flower Island to select a dress.

Recently, Xiao Hei’s body had been at zero spiritual power, making An Yiqing worried for his safety, so she brought him along to the banquet.

After shopping for a while with Zhang Yufeng and Xiao Hei, An Yiqing chose a long trailing white chiffon gown.

The gown was displayed on a mannequin in the window. Its design was quite simple, with white chiffon floating gracefully, and a single snow-white snow lotus embedded on the slanted shoulder strap, the long chiffon flowing from the lotus, adding a vintage elegance to the dress.

When Zhang Yufeng saw this dress, she knew it was tailor-made for their family’s young mistress.

Sure enough, An Yiqing fell in love with it at first sight. She immediately walked into the store and took the gown into the fitting room.

When she emerged, everyone in the store paused, holding their breath, forgetting everything.

A graceful figure, chiffon flowing, each step like a lotus bloom. The girl seemed like a fairy stepping out of an elegant landscape painting, instantly unforgettable.

Beautiful, breathtakingly beautiful!

Warm, classical, serene, lively.

Zhang Yufeng was the first to regain her senses, staring at An Yiqing in amazement from head to toe. Her white shoulders gleamed like pearls, her slender waist was graspable, her perfectly-sized chest wrapped in the dress was not revealing at all, yet even more tempting. Her shapely hips and straight legs beneath the white gown could not be ignored. Her snow-white jade-like arms casually hung by her sides, and the lotus on her shoulder was in full bloom, with translucent chiffon draping softly down her arms, carrying a veil of mystery.

Gently turning around, An Yiqing looked into the mirror, her back fully exposed, causing Zhang Yufeng and all the men present to catch their breath.

The back of the gown was a deep V, the only revealing part of the dress. In the warm yellow light, her smooth jade-like back emitted a soft white glow, beautiful like a piece of warm jade, inviting touch. The men present, seeing the alluring sight, breathed a little heavier. The flowing chiffon drifting gently with her movement added a touch of allure, like a beauty holding a pipa half-hidden.

"Xiao Feng, how is it?" The girl’s soft voice broke the dream everyone was in.

The men accompanying their female companions to shop for clothing snapped back to reality, averting their gazes but still stealing glances at An Yiqing, each speculating in their hearts whose daughter this was.