The Sweet and Naive Wife Is Actually Hiding Her True Strength
From a humble worker at the bottom rung of society, Song Hui was suddenly transformed overnight into a wealthy heiress and entered a whirlwind marriage with the eldest son of the Fu family. Everyone s
Shen Huaijing gazed intently at her reflection in the mirror. Her jet-black curls cascaded down her back, eyes slightly upturned and brimming with calculation. The pure white off-shoulder wedding gown revealed her alluring collarbones, and the cinched waist accentuated her slender figure.
"No wonder it's a couture wedding dress," Shen Huaijing murmured.
"Miss Shen, someone in the next room wishes to see you." A hotel staff member knocked politely before entering the dressing room.
Shen Huaijing nodded in acknowledgment. Once the staff member had left, she frowned slightly. Who would come looking for her at a time like this? Puzzling over it, she gathered her elaborate skirt and made her way to the adjacent guest room.
She rapped lightly on the door. A bright female voice responded from within.
"Come in."
Shen Huaijing's suspicion only deepened as she entered, finding a woman lounging on the sofa, legs crossed, nonchalantly sipping coffee, her hat and sunglasses obscuring her features.
"And you are?" Shen Huaijing sat across from her, carefully studying the woman before her.
"What do you think?" The woman removed her hat and sunglasses. Crimson curls fell to her shoulders, revealing a face—one that was almost identical to Shen Huaijing's own.
Yet on closer inspection, the differences were clear. The woman's eyes were narrower, not as elongated as Shen Huaijing's; her presence was more aggressive, more flamboyant.
"Aren't you afra