South of Imperial Capital, Xu Family Villa.
To attend today's city-shaking marriage alliance between the White and Liu families, Xu Bingning had dressed to the nines.
The moment she pushed open the bedroom door on the second floor—
The entire spacious villa hall seemed to fade into obscurity the instant she appeared.
It was a breathtakingly beautiful face, impossible to describe with ordinary words.
Her features were exquisite beyond reproach, like a perfect work of art painstakingly carved by God Himself.
Her skin was as fair as polar snow, carrying an icy, pristine radiance untouched by dust.
Her long black hair, glossy as the finest silk, was pinned high with an exquisitely crafted white jade hairpin, coiled into a dignified bun that exuded the authority of someone in a high position.
Below her slender, fair swan-like neck was a handmade, deep-V haute couture gown in midnight blue.
Her delicate, slender waist was so narrow it seemed possible to encircle it with one hand. Below the waistline, the gown featured a figure-hugging design with a high slit.
As she walked, her pair of long, straight, flawless jade-like legs appeared and disappeared beneath the hem.
Those jade-like legs were tightly sheathed in a pair of Balenciaga black stockings, thin as cicada wings.
On her feet were eight-centimeter silver stiletto heels studded with diamonds.
Their heels clicked against the marble floor in crisp, rhythmic beats, like death knells striking directly upon one's heart.
Xu Bingning descended the stairs step by step, her slender, fair fingers carrying a finely crafted black genuine-leather handbag.
Inside this Hermès Birkin bag worth hundreds of thousands was not any expensive makeup.
Lying quietly within was a report dozens of pages thick on the Xu Group's future prospects and macro-level development plan.
For this proposal—
She had stayed up