Shen Yuansong immediately donned his reading glasses and took the documents from the butler's hand, his gaze first landing on Jing Zhen's photograph.
Those peach blossom eyes seemed to smile but not smile. Even though it was a casually found photo from the internet, it radiated a charming allure.
The corners of his lips were also slightly upturned, exuding a hint of wickedness.
That kind of beauty, both righteous and wicked, was so striking that even a printed photo seemed to come alive on paper.
Shen Bijun only bore a six or seven-point resemblance to him, but her temperament was different—colder, yet even so, she was devastatingly beautiful.
As for Jing Zhen himself, he practically made a living off his face. In his forties, not yet fifty, he didn't show his age at all. Instead, he carried a maturity that made him even more intriguing than Shen Bijun.
It could be said that he was indeed the most attractive person Shen Yuansong had ever seen.
