When Cen Xian'er saw Chen Mengyun, she immediately understood why Lu Chengwen was not so attached to her, why he did not care about her as much.
Hua Xuening at his side was fair and tall, valiant and dashing, innocent and adorable, with long legs and a slim waist. She was the very image of a pure first love.
Zhuge Xiaohua was innocent and lively, exquisite and flawless, occasionally revealing a unique air that blended sharpness with adorable cluelessness.
And this Chen Mengyun was simply the perfect type from a man's dreams.
She had a full bust and a graceful figure. She looked far more mature than those two little girls, yet despite her young age, she possessed the charm of a woman in the prime of early adulthood.
What men feared most, in truth, were women with that certain allure.
Chen Mengyun could practically satisfy every fantasy a man had about women.
The way she looked at Lu Chengwen was filled with fondness, admiration, worship, and longing.
Her eyes seemed calm as water on the surface, gentle and tender, yet beneath those ripples lay fiery passion and wild, blazing desire.
What man would not love a woman like that?
At last, Cen Xian'er knew who her rival was.
What made her despair even more was the look in Lu Chengwen's eyes whenever he looked at Chen Mengyun—full of tenderness and concern.
The atmosphere between them was like that of an old married couple. Everything was so natural, so sweet. The woman was gentle as water, while the man was mild yet powerful.
Perhaps this was what a normal pair of lovers was supposed to look like?
And what about herself? She was already getting on in years, yet she was solitary and strange by nature, always spitting cruel words