Who was this woman before Chen Xing? She had only seen Zhao Lifei a handful of times ever since the wealthy heiress came back to the city, but now that she saw her up close and not in the arms of President Yang, Chen Xing was blown away.
Luscious silky hair, gleaming like freshly harvested chestnuts under the autumn sun, burning eyes of melting gold, a body meant for photoshoots with high-end magazines, and plump lips that resembled rubies harvested from the deepest mines: she was a vision to behold.
Chen Xing did not know what overcame her when she bowed her head in respect. Zhao Lifei had once commanded the Zheng Board of Directors. Without a doubt, she could do the same even now, if not better.
