Luo Qiangwei walked over with a wine glass in hand, dressed in a pure black lace dress with semi-sheer details. The hem of her dress trailed beguilingly across the floor, like a black rose blooming in the dark of night, oozing bewitching sensuality to the extreme.
Mo Shiche had been discreetly searching for her since he entered the room, and now, seeing her approach, his handsome face suddenly turned cold—
...everyone was astounded by her beauty.
The title of Jiang City's most beautiful woman truly belonged to no one but her.
By comparison, Xia Yuan, who was also dressed to the nines, instantly lost her luster next to Luo Qiangwei, appearing tacky and ordinary...with nothing noteworthy about her.
The socialites' laughter and gossip reached her ears, and Xia Yuan clenched her fists in anger. Luo Qiangwei was nothing but a face resembling a seductress; what was so great about that!
