The slightly curled hair casually sprawled behind her, forming a stark contrast with her spotless, fair skin.
White was whiter, black was blacker.
"Mayor Zhou." Ye Ranran pretended this was her first meeting with Zhou Xian, exchanging pleasantries appropriately.
"As far as I know, the third son of the Song Family is attending today, you should be careful." Zhou Xian whispered in her ear while they clinked glasses.
"Song Ze?" The image of a coldly stunning face immediately flashed across Ye Ranran’s mind.
He was a man more beautiful than most women, but wasn’t it said that he seldom appeared in public? Why would he come this time?
"I have no idea." Zhou Xian shrugged, indicating her own bewilderment.
Just as Ye Ranran was about to say something more, gasps of surprise erupted around them.
Looking up, Ye Ranran saw a tall, imposing figure appearing before her.
Ravishingly beautiful.
It was the phrase that immediately rose to her mind.
A man with an appearance as exquisite as the moon and as dazzling as the morning sun, his clear eyes as icy as snow, clean and cold, yet impressive and intimidating. His whole body was unperturbed and not contaminated by the worldliness, just like an ascetic.
Stunning features which, at first glance, could be mistaken for a woman’s, but on closer inspection, could never be categorized as such.
Because no woman could radiate such a powerful air of frigid arrogance, it was as if he was the king standing at the apex, aloof and proud, incomparable and invincible.
He was dressed in a bespoke silver suit, looking superbly handsome and upright.
The phrase "peerless elegance" barely did him justice.
Ye Ranran had always thought that Jun Mochan was exquisitely attractive, with his artfully-shaped eyebrows, warm and smooth as jade temperament, his presence was like a gentile breeze -- subtle yet impactful enough that one could not ignore him.
The man before her was the exact opposite, he was like a snow lotus on a frosty mountain, cold and aloof.
Ye Ranran was dazzled for a second, but quickly regained herself.
Seeing him standing not far from her, she went up to him, extended her hand with a smile, and said, "Minister Song."
Song Ze looked at the hand in front of him, the fragile fingers shimmering under the lights.
They were slender and lovely, far surpassing any woman’s hands he had ever seen.
For some unknown reason, he reached out his hand.
Unlike her warm smile, her hand was icy cold.
Song Ze deliberately held on for a moment longer, "Hello, how should I address you?"
Deliberately, he must have done it on purpose.
Ye Ranran didn’t believe that he didn’t know her name.
All eyes were on Ye Ranran, everyone waiting to see the drama unfold.
Others had been longing to ask that question, but had held back for fear of the revenge from the Jun Family.
The sons of the Song Family, however, had nothing to fear.
Born as the pride of heaven, they don’t need to hide or pretend.
"Ye Ranran." She proudly stated her own name, "the wife of Jun Mochan."
That’s right. She had no desire for the position of the Huo Family’s young miss or the overwhelming power of the Jun Family. What she treasured the most was the title of Jun Mochan’s wife.
"Jun Mochan? Him? He’s been hiding for so long, has he gotten used to living like a rat? Now he doesn’t even dare to show his face?"
How could such harsh words come from someone who looked so refined?
Ye Ranran’s smile became even gentler, "Young Master Song is joking. He just got a little busy, asking me to entertain everyone else in the meantime."
"Really? I heard that you killed him to gain the Jun Family’s power."
"Young Master Song, you’re entertaining. If I were really capable of that, wouldn’t it be easier for me to just marry whoever I wanted dead?"