Giving His Wife a Wedding Dress: Wanxue and Ziqing Were Overjoyed

Rong Qingli looked at the photo of Xiao Yuxiu in her hand and thought of the time she had quietly stood among the crowd, watching the pregnant Jiang Qin from far away.

The two figures seemed to overlap.

Although it had been a full fifty-seven years since Jiang Qin's death, the memory of going to see her was still etched clearly in Rong Qingli's mind.

Back then, she had been nothing more than an ordinary young girl. The Rong Family had consisted only of its own members, with no servants.

They had been an ordinary family.

Jiang Qin, on the other hand, had been hailed as the most beautiful young lady in the Jiang Family's history, a figure as radiant as a princess.

Every frown and smile of hers had been beautiful. Even while pregnant, with her figure having filled out, she had still looked stunning, as if she were surrounded by the aura of a leading lady.

Compared to Jiang Qin, Rong Qingli had felt like dust beside a lotus.

She had even thought her older sister's suggestion that she seduce Sheng Zhenwei was rather far-fetched. After all, how could Sheng Zhenwei, who had a heavenly beauty like Jiang Qin for a wife, fall for another girl who couldn't compare to her?

But her sister had told her that she was no worse than Jiang Qin; she simply didn't come from as good a family. Jiang Qin might have been beautiful, but she was pregnant and couldn't attend to Sheng Zhenwei.

As a man, Sheng Zhenwei would certainly need a woman by his side.

Her sister said she was only a little less beautiful than Jiang Qin, and far prettier than most other women.

She told her to give it a try.

If she succeeded, she would be able