Inside the Fu Mansion, the lights were bright.
Ren Tian looked at the noble woman who appeared before her, and a layer of fear instantly welled up inside her. Qian Qingqing was different from any other wealthy person she had encountered before.
Although Qian Qingqing was already fifty years old, she looked after herself as if she were still in her thirties, dignified and unapproachable.
"Chairman Qian," Ren Tian said softly.
Qian Qingqing had little regard for the young woman before her; if her son were not vegetative, such a woman wouldn't even have the qualifications to meet her.
But since she had already chosen her, Qian Qingqing would no longer despise her timid, insecure, and weak self.
"The wedding preparations are all ready. You should prepare well these next few days. Once the wedding is over, we'll retrieve the eggs and transplant the embryos."
Ren Tian agreed, "Okay."
