The next day .
A restaurant inside a five-star hotel .
Lunch time .
The tables and chairs covered in pristine white cloths looked like clouds floating over a carpet of lava . Tall stalks of yellow calla lilies were simply yet artfully arranged in transparent glass vases at the centre of the tables . Golden chandeliers casted soft light throughout the restaurant, complementing the gold and red walls .
Jiong Jun sat at a table by the windows, sipping a glass of dry martini . He looked at his watch . Two minutes before the agreed time . He felt a little impatient .
The girl better not be late . He, a famous and award-winning music producer, was giving the time and effort to meet her personally . She should be grateful and arrive on time .
One minute left .
He once again looked at the entrance . He saw the maître d' greet an elegant young woman .
The two spoke for a few seconds . The maître d' glanced at Jiong Jun, and began leading the young woman to his direction .
Jiong Jun subconsciously straightened, sitting tall and puffing his chest out while he observed the woman walking closer to his table .
She was tall . Not model tall, but taller than the average height of Chinese women . Great hourglass body, a little bit on the thin side .
She was wearing a black, long-sleeved wrap dress with bright pink lotus flowers print . The V-neck provided just a tiny glimpse of full cleavage . A waist tie accentuated her tiny waist, with the rest of the dress hugging her hips and flowing below her knees .
A simple yet elegant black high heels added to her height . Her long, straight, silky black hair framed a small face . Big, mirrored aviator sunglasses covered her eyes but could not cover her beauty .
Jiong Jun gasped inwardly and narrowed his eyes, as the maître d' led the beautiful woman to his table . The woman stopped in front of him .
"Mr . JJ . I hope you didn't wait long . " It was the same lovely voice as the one he talked to on the phone yesterday .
"Miss Iris Long?" He frowned, a bit taken aback .
The woman nodded and held out a hand .
He blinked, looking at her pale white hand . No rings . No colourful nail polish . Just a simple clear French manicure .
After a few seconds, he finally regained sense and stood up to shake her offered hand . "Miss Long . Wow . Please excuse me . I failed to recognize you . "
She just smiled at him, her expression half-covered by her big sunglasses .
The maître d' pulled a seat on his opposite side for her and waited for the two to sit down . He took their orders and left . In the meantime, hot herbal tea blend was delivered to Iris .
Jiong Jun, or more known as JJ in the music industry, watched the beautiful young woman sitting across him as she blew over her cup and sipped tea . Her actions were delicate and elegant, looking natural and not contrived at all .
He was shocked . The young woman sitting in front of him was not the one that he was expecting to meet today . He found it difficult to match this young woman to the image of Iris Long in his head .
"Be honest . Are you Iris Long's twin sister?"
A sweet, light chuckle . "Of course not, Mr . JJ . I am Iris Long and I don't have a twin sister . "
"No way . " He leaned back, shaking his head .
She just smiled, continuing to sip her tea .
Their food arrived and they began eating while chatting about the weather and other harmless topics . Finally, the atmosphere turned serious after they finished their meals .
"Alright . Let's talk business . " JJ leaned back on his seat .
Iris nodded .
"You already know that I love the demo tapes you sent to me . I'm not convinced by you because of your bad reputation, and you won't agree to have other singers sing them . I invited you here today because I initially planned on persuading you to hand over your songs and release them as the composer . "
Her eyes narrowed a little, an almost imperceptible sharp look glinting on them, hidden behind her sunglasses . Only her lips pressing together into a straight line showed her reaction .
Chapter end
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