She was also a great beauty, and like Liu Hanyan, she was a woman of dignified conduct and elegantly composed classical beauty.
There was no helping it; Elder Master Jian simply preferred this type of woman, believing that once such a woman married, she would surely regard her husband as her heaven, treating Jian Shichu like a deity, obeying and heeding his every word.
Before long, Yue Rongyue had finished her performance, and it was Ye Qingci's turn to take the stage.
Jian Shichu, who had been lounging lazily until now, was suddenly alert, with all eyes, particularly his own, tightly fixed on Ye Qingci.
How did his wife manage to be so incredibly good-looking?
Every move she made, every smile she flashed, seemed tailor-made for him by the heavens, so pleasing to the eye no matter how he looked at her!
Jian Shichu gazed at his wife, his eyes brimming with nothing but admiration.
