To be honest, he had not dabbled much in the mature-woman type...
Aside from Yang Jingshu, that thirty-six-year-old beauty whose charm had not faded.
There was only Qing Qiu, his darling who was about to cross into her thirties, who could barely be considered a young mature woman.
Oh, right.
There was also Shen Wanzhi!
That elegant woman, with her plump figure like a big white cat, was also among the finest young mature women!
But women truly past forty? This was his first time ever encountering one...
Before him, Xiao Yaqin possessed not only a naturally radiant maternal glow and the poise of maturity.
Her skin was tender and fair, without even the slightest crow's-feet at the corners of her eyes.
No matter how one looked at her, she seemed like a lovely young married woman in her early thirties, ripe as a peach!
Her tight office attire wrapped around a figure that seemed ready to burst forth.
Her long, beautiful legs clad in black stockings were slightly drawn together beneath the table, outlining a breathtakingly rounded curve.
This elegance and charm, refined by the passage of time, was practically a walking lethal poison!
Even as he admired her.
Jiang Che could not help marveling inwardly once again at how powerful and absurd the rules of this world were!
By the logic of the real world.
An ordinary saleswoman like Xiao Yaqin, who had struggled at the bottom of society for years and run everywhere for a few scraps of money.
Had neither the privileged living conditions necessary to pile on expensive cosmetic treatments and skincare, nor any respite from immense daily mental pressure.
There was simply no way she could have resisted the erosion of time and the ravages of hardship.
Yet this miraculous and unreasonable thing had