103: Heaven's Limit

Just as Jiang Yuan stood before the giant eight-meter floor-to-ceiling window, swirling his wine glass and looking down at Central Park, which looked like black jade beneath his feet...

"Ding-dong..."

The doorbell suddenly rang.

The vintage, melodic sound of the mechanical striker echoed through the spacious living room.

Jiang Yuan was slightly stunned.

The security measures for this building rivaled the White House, and the 131st floor was his private domain; the elevator required both fingerprint and iris authorization to access.

Besides the butler William, who could ring the doorbell here?

He put down his glass and walked to the entrance.

He didn't check the surveillance, but directly opened the heavy armored security door.

The moment the door opened.

A high-end scent of fir wood perfume rushed toward him.

Standing outside the door was a woman.

A woman who, even to someone like Jiang Yuan, who had seen countless women in Iceland, made him raise an eyebrow at first sight.

She was wearing a burgundy silk camisole nightdress, lazily draped with a cashmere shawl of the same color, and fluffy house slippers on her feet.

A head of wavy hair fell casually over her fair shoulders, and she held an empty wine glass in her hand.

Most importantly, there was that face.

The kind of "bored" look often seen on the covers of top global fashion magazines or in Hollywood blockbusters, carrying an innate sense of laziness and nobility.

Although she wasn't wearing makeup, the charm in her bones was even more intense than on the red carpet.

"Hi."

Seeing Jiang Yuan, the woman didn't show much surprise, nor did she have the vigilance an ordinary person might have upon meeting a strange man.

She leaned lazily against the door frame, her voice raspy and charming:

"I'm your neighbor from the 128th floor."

"I saw the lights on upstairs from the balcony just now and thought I'd come up to say hello."

"By the way..."

Her fox-like eyes, which seemed to speak, stared straight at Jiang Yuan, the corners of her mouth curling into a faint smile:

"My romanee-conti is finished, and I'm not used to drinking other vintages of that brand."

"I wonder if my new neighbor has any wine I could borrow a glass of?"

In fact, borrowing wine was just an excuse she had just thought of.

Alisa had seen the lights on this floor from the balcony, and it was purely out of curiosity.

What kind of person could afford the top floor of the Central Park building?

As a result, the moment the door opened, she regretted it.

She regretted not wearing that sexier lace nightgown.

The man in front of her had black hair and black eyes, with features so deep he looked like an oriental work of art, especially those eyes, which were as calm as a bottomless lake.

As a "looks-obsessed" person, her legs went a bit weak on the spot.

Thus, that lame line about "borrowing wine" just slipped out.

"Unfortunate."

Jiang Yuan seemed not to have understood her implication at all, smiling and spreading his hands with an apologetic look.

"I just moved in, and the wine cabinet is still empty."

This answer was too "straight man."

The smile on Alisa's face stiffened, and she silently cursed him for being unromantic.

The atmosphere was already set; couldn't you have invited me for a glass of water if you didn't have wine?

"Well... alright."

She bit her lip in annoyance; since he didn't have that intention, it would be impolite to linger.

She turned to leave.

Just as she took her first step.

"However..."

The man's faint voice came from behind, with a hint of a smile.

"I can have my butler send some over now."

"Although it will take a little time, if you don't mind waiting."

Alisa's steps paused.

When she turned back, the light had returned to those fox eyes.

"Of course, good wine is worth the wait."

She brushed back her wavy hair, her eyes locked on Jiang Yuan, who was still blocking the doorway, the corners of her mouth curling up:

"What, won't you invite your new neighbor in for a seat?"

"Please come in."

Jiang Yuan seemed to have just reacted, stepping aside to make way.

A rich but not overpowering high-end fragrance brushed past the tip of his nose.

Alisa didn't stand on ceremony at all, walking straight into the living room in her fluffy slippers and sitting down naturally on the custom Italian leather sofa.

Crossing her legs.

The burgundy silk nightgown slipped down, revealing a large expanse of snow-white, delicate skin and those excessively long, slender legs.

This was a naked visual attack.

But who was Jiang Yuan?

What kind of beauties hadn't he seen? This level of scene wasn't enough to make him lose his composure.

He poured her a glass of warm water as if nothing was amiss, and then called Butler William right in front of her.

Hanging up the phone, he sat down on the opposite single sofa.

"Hello, Alisa."

"I'm American, how about you?"

Alisa held the water glass, her eyes boldly scanning him, as if trying to see through the muscle lines under that shirt.

"Jiang Yuan."

Jiang Yuan leaned back in his chair, his posture relaxed.

"Looking at my appearance, you should be able to guess where I'm from."

The two chatted off and on.

It had to be said that unlike the reserved nature of Girls back home, this foreign girl was truly direct.

Her eyes were full of appreciation and desire, completely unhidden; that confident and flamboyant beauty was indeed very infectious.

Before long, the doorbell rang.

William's efficiency was impeccable.

The wine was sourced directly from a Michelin restaurant not far downstairs.

Three bottles of Domaine de la romanee-conti, the vintage was the classic 1990.

These three bottles of wine alone cost over a hundred thousand dollars.

"Pop."

The cork was pulled, decanted, and poured.

The dark red liquid swayed in the glass.

"Mmm... that's the taste."

Alisa took a sip and narrowed her eyes in satisfaction.

"Jiang, what do you do?"

Emboldened by the wine, she leaned forward, her green eyes locking onto Jiang Yuan.

An Oriental man who could live here without his name being known—it was too mysterious.

"I run a small company."

Jiang Yuan swirled his wine glass and casually spouted a universal answer.

"I mainly do charity work, make some donations, and so on."

"Charity?"

Alisa was stunned for a moment, and then the light in her eyes brightened even more.

"Oh! God, you really are a good man!"

She had originally thought Jiang Yuan was the type of rich second generation who only knew how to squander money; she didn't expect him to be a philanthropist.

This persona of "being rich and loving" was simply a killer.

"I also often attend charity galas; perhaps we can go together in the future."

Alisa moved along, sitting on the armrest of the sofa next to Jiang Yuan.

Her breath was like an orchid, the distance was somewhat ambiguous.

"What about you?"

Jiang Yuan asked calmly.

"Me?"

Alisa pointed to herself, smiling proudly.

"I also have a company."

"But it's not for charity; it's for extreme challenges."

"Funding people with ideas but no money to challenge human limits, such as free solo climbing, wingsuit flying, deep-sea diving... and then filming it into videos to sell to global media."

"Red Bull?"

Jiang Yuan raised an eyebrow.

He couldn't tell that this woman, radiating laziness and nobility, was actually into this.

"No, Red Bull sells drinks; we only do challenges."

Alisa waved her finger.

"Paradise Extreme, have you heard of it?"