The morning light in Gu Tower's executive suite felt different now—softer, suffused with possibility. Lin Anran crossed the threshold of her glass‑walled office, inhaling the scent of fresh orchids on her desk. Across the room, Gu Jinci was reviewing notes for the Jian'an Foundation's inaugural gala, due in two days. Su Jian'an sat at a low table, constructing an origami phoenix and butterfly side by side.
Anran smiled. “That phoenix is magnificent, sweetheart."
He looked up proudly. “The phoenix always rises. But the butterfly reminds us to change."
Gu closed his laptop and joined them. “Our symbols of transformation and rebirth." He scooped Jian'an into his arms, kissing his temple. “Just like us."
Anran sat at her desk and opened a leather portfolio: plans for the gala venue—an adap
