Paying Respects to His Highness the Dragon King!

As Jiang Che sized up his stunning, glamorous fiancée, who exuded the air of a mature Western beauty, he silently thanked his old man's ancestors for eighteen generations.

Nice!

She was even more beautiful in person than in the photos—flawless beyond reproach, exactly his type!

Elizabeth had a cascade of sun-gold hair, every strand like silk kissed by sunlight, shimmering with a honey-like luster as the light shifted.

Her jade-green eyes resembled a glacier lake thawing in early spring, crystal clear yet unfathomably deep. The slightly upturned corners of her eyes traced a perfect curve.

Her sculpted features looked like a carefully carved masterpiece. Her coral lips were naturally full, her creamy skin glowed with health, and a peach-blossom flush naturally colored her cheekbones.

She stood around five foot nine, her full breasts and taut waist forming a breathtaking hourglass figure.

Her silk gown flowed along the curves of her body, outlining her voluptuous silhouette. As she walked, the hem swayed, offering faint glimpses of the toned lines of legs shaped by years of exercise. Her ankles were slender yet carried a sense of strength.

Her body language radiated composed elegance, displaying the full curves unique to Western women. Her temperament was cool and aloof, with an innate grace others could never imitate. Like a cold plum blossom blooming brilliantly atop a snowy mountain, she was noble and icy.

After shaking hands, Jiang Che stayed by Elizabeth's side and casually found a topic, asking about trivial details from her journey.

The surrounding black-clad bodyguards tactfully moved away, remaining three meters behind them.

At that distance, they would neither disturb the pair's conversation nor fail to react immediately should anything unexpected happen.

"I didn't expect your English to be so good." Elizabeth glanced at the fiancé beside her. Her voice was