Winter Elm

“Mr. Bo, this way please.”
The business partner led the way, bowing and scraping. Everyone knew that Bo Jinhang’s return would stir a financial storm in City A.
“Mr. Bo?”
The partner, busy calculating ways to curry favor with Bo Jinhang, noticed him stop and curiously followed his gaze.
“Those are a few Class B suppliers from City A. The one in the middle—”
The partner squinted, looking into the private room at the woman surrounded by overweight men.
Her skin was pale, her features striking, her eyes shimmering with a hint of restraint and invitation. She was voluptuous, poised, every gesture radiating a natural allure.
He had heard of her.
He introduced her to Bo Jinhang in a lowered, conspiratorial voice, his tone laced with veiled contempt. “She’s one of our most famous sales champions. Good looks, great figure, and I hear she’s got a lot of tricks up her sleeve. All the suppliers are fighting to work with her.”
Bo Jinhang’s gaze grew heavier. The forced smile froze on the partner’s face, and he fell silent.
Bo was known for his self-restraint; how could he possibly be interested in a woman like that?
He cursed himself for speaking out of turn.

Just then, the people inside the room noticed them.
The powerful men, who had been enthusiastically urging drinks, immediately jumped to their feet with excitement. “Mr. Bo!”
Their lecherous demeanor vanished in an instant, replaced by respectful toasts in Bo Jinhang’s direction—some even dared to invite him, hoping for a stroke of luck.
“Mr. Bo, have y