Today, Jiang Qing had put on some exquisitely delicate makeup, beaming radiance, beautiful enough to make hearts tremble.
She donned a deep blue figure-hugging dress that sketched out her voluptuous and sensual figure, adding even more charm.
If one only looked at the exterior, no one would believe that she was a thirty-six-year-old woman. She looked, at most, twenty-seven or twenty-eight years old.
The moment they entered the hotel, Li Chen could clearly feel that the waitstaff at the door were staring at her, their eyes almost popping out.
Inside, he felt an inexplicable sense of pride.
Subconsciously, he reached out and hooked his arm through Jiang Qing's, making them look like a couple with a younger man and an older woman.
"You little rascal, feeling pretty smug, aren't you?"
After getting into the elevator and noticing Li Chen's lips curving into a grin, Jiang Qing glared at him with mock annoyance.
In that moment, her heart trembled.
