A southern beauty with wine-red hair half-covering her face stood at about 165 cm even in mid-heel sandals.
She looked demure, with a pair of truly large, bright eyes. A petite nose, delicate little red lips—her whole face resembled that of a cartoon heroine.
Especially her almost snow-white skin, which made her features all the more adorable. This young face—she couldn't be much over twenty, could she? Liu Zhizhong started to wonder what help she could possibly offer.
She wore a sleeveless, tight apricot yellow tank top paired with capri khaki shorts, which outlined her stunning figure; curves in all the right places, and legs that were straight and toned.
Oh, that waistline, slender enough to circle with one hand, with not a hint of excess flesh on her stomach.
She adopted a bare-faced look, without foundation or jewelry, presenting herself like a youthful, cartoon, big-eyed sister.
With a large, trendy black and white checkered bag slung on her back, she was fetching enough to capture not only Liu Zhizhong's gaze but also the undivided attention of many others. Even the staff in the VIP hall took extra glances.
Liu Zhizhong hadn't expected Feng Xiaoyue to arrange for such a southern belle to greet and assist him.
But still, he smiled politely and strode over.
Xiang Wenxin approached with a stride that was both competent and full of charm, sizing him up.
Those bright, shimmering eyes of hers were captivating beyond words.
As they met, a refreshing fragrance filled the air, and Liu Zhizhong felt a soft shiver in his heart, smiling as he said, "Are you Wen Xin?"
Xiang Wenxin nodded, "Your flight had issues?"
Her voice carried the southern accent, with a sweet, velvety quality that was quite pleasant to the ear.
Liu Zhizhong spread his hands, "Nothing serious, just delayed me a bit. Sorry for making you wait! Meeting such a unique southern beauty is an honor for me."
Having said that, he extended his hand.
But Xiang Wenxin didn't take it, instead, turning around to say, "It's fine, just follow me."
Liu Zhizhong felt a bit awkward at this, under the gaze of so many onlookers!
But he smoothly retracted his hand, still smiling, "Of course, after you!"
Liu Zhizhong was all courtesy and smiles as he followed behind her, dragging his suitcase.
Observing Xiang Wenxin's figure from behind, Liu Zhizhong felt an irresistible urge; she indeed was quite sensual.
Those delicate shoulders, like jade, were strikingly pale, as if carved from ice.
Clearly, she was young, wearing an underwire bra instead of a padded one. The contour of no back strap was visible. Such poise had to belong to someone both firm and bold, heh heh...
Those charming, full, perky buttocks, ah...
And those long legs, ah...
The sway in her steps, the allure in her swaying, sent waves through Liu Zhizhong's mind and heart, leaving him utterly captivated.
Young and pretty, vibrant and sexy, how could any man resist such a woman?
Yet, after her earlier demeanor, which was rather cold, Liu Zhizhong dared not entertain further thoughts.
Meeting for the first time, Feng Xiaoyue's assistant was not giving face, and he wasn't oblivious to that. But he needed her help, right?
Before long, they arrived outside, standing before a silver-gray Big Lao, and Xiang Wenxin appeared even more delicate.
In contrast, Liu Zhizhong's casual attire made his tall, sturdy figure well-suited to the Big Lao.
After loading the luggage and getting into the car, Liu Zhizhong found the passenger seat super comfortable, seemingly a notch above his mother-in-law's Audi Q7.
Xiang Wenxin settled into the driver's seat, fastening the seatbelt. Goodness, the curve at her chest became even fuller and more striking, her waist even more defined and supple!
Starting the car, Xiang Wenxin slowly drove out of the international airport, commenting, "Your flight caught fire, trending very high, almost reaching the heat of Mr. L's latest work, but it was suppressed. Of course, Mr. L is indeed top-notch, really top-notch..."
She nodded to herself, her eyes full of admiration.
Liu Zhizhong understood that Feng Xiaoyue hadn't told her—he was Mr. L.
So, without showing off, Liu Zhizhong stated simply, "Yes, with Mr. L's help, and yours, I'm sure to achieve my goal."
Xiang Wenxin said, "You don't have to be so polite, there's no need to keep adding 'Ms.' Just act naturally. Besides, if it weren't for that bitch Feng Xiaoyue begging me, I might not have paid you any attention."
Wow, that's not very nice, is it?
My worthy and intellectual friend, a prominent director, the sole female tycoon of a major film and media company—all reduced to 'bitch' in front of your cute self? What's the grievance?
Xiang Wenxin gave him a glance and continued to drive properly, "What's wrong, does me calling her a 'bitch' upset you? If you're unhappy, you can get out of the car. It's fine if we never met." The latest_epɪ_sodes are on_the 𝕟𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕝⚫𝕗𝕚𝕣𝕖⚫𝕟𝕖𝕥
"Heh, you... oh, I mean you misunderstand, I was just surprised. Honestly, I've always thought you two were good friends."
"Good friends? I don't give a damn about her..."
Xiang Wenxin let loose a southern expletive much to Liu Zhizhong's dismay. Ah~~~~~