About ten minutes later, they arrived at the castle, where a couple around 50 years old stood waiting at the entrance. Upon seeing them approach, the couple hurriedly greeted them, with the gentleman shaking hands with Leng Youchen in a refined manner.
"President Leng, welcome to our humble abode," the middle-aged man said in broken Chinese, his thick British accent making it sound rather charming.
Leng Youchen nodded toward the man, his expression much more restrained than when he had been teasing Wei Anning at the private club, "Mr. Barnett, I hope I'm not imposing."
"Not at all, not at all, and who is this?"
"My wife." Leng Youchen's eyes softened as he looked toward Wei Anning, and for some reason, he added, "My cherished love."
Wei Anning smiled and nodded at them both. Perhaps it was the many years she had lived in the United Kingdom that left her feeling a sense of familiarity upon seeing them, making her demeanor even more sincere.
