Today, Qian Ruixin sat quietly in the waiting area, her silky black hair cascading over her shoulders like an endless waterfall, framing her petite face.
The simple pink dress she wore clung to her slender body with just the right amount of temptation—innocent, yet daring enough to stir desire in any man who caught a glimpse.
The gold bracelet on her wrist caught the morning light, sparkling like the seduction she didn't even need to try for. Yet, even her serene beauty couldn't hide the tension curling beneath her, amplified by the ever-imposing presence of her mother-in-law, Madam Li.
Madam Li—now she was a force to be reckoned with, quite literally.
She walked in a deep red cheongsam that clung to her hourglass figure like a second skin, the high slit revealing long, toned legs that seemed to go on forever. Age had done little to dull her sharp edges; instead, it had refined her, like a sword tempered in flame.
