"Please come in, Miss Wen."
The voice was so deep it seemed to emerge from an ice cellar, sending shivers down Wen Mingzhu's spine. Turning to look at the man's face, he was indeed handsome, yet his coldness was like that of a ghostly Yama.
However, Wen Mingzhu was no pushover. Gathering her spirits, she followed Lu Jun into a small reception room with poise. When it came to dealing with men and capturing their hearts, from middle school to university, she had always been the belle of the ball, a perfect fairy in the eyes of men, the darling chased and admired by all.
What did a man's coolness matter when it could not withstand a woman's gentle charm?
A perfectly icy smile was fixed at the corner of her mouth like a pearl.
——"The Late Hours of a Grand Wedding"——
Manman felt very satisfied. She never asked for much; after enduring many hardships, she understood that even a bit of happiness should be tightly grasped in the palm of her hand.
