Such a breathtakingly beautiful woman, Fang Yu could recognize her at a glance.
Who else could this be if not Ye Wenjun?
The woman he had searched the whole of Jiangzhou for, the woman to whom he had promised marriage...
Fang Yu found that in person, she was much more beautiful than she appeared on television.
The Ye Wenjun before him was even more authentic, her skin fair, neither sickly nor cloying... Her delicate features were like those of a fairy not sullied by the smoke and fire of the human world.
Her exquisite figure, coupled with her walking posture, was elegantly unforgettable.
This was probably the temperament of a wealthy family, a sense that comes inborn.
Ye Wenjun entered the hall, saw the scene before her, and with a slight furrow of her brows, said: "Ye Mengmeng, what are you doing?"
As if seeing a lifeline, the chubby one was almost crying, pleading: "Cousin, you must help me beg Master, Master won't take me..."
Sheesh.
