Her water-like eyes rippled with enchanting charm, her fair and beautiful face painted with a delicate and clean makeup, a fiery red dress as crimson as blood, its design simple yet noble, revealing just a hint of décolletage—sensual without being vulgar, accentuating her exceptionally slender and curvy figure.
She was dressed impeccably fashionable today, bewitching yet dignified, embodying the essence of a powerful woman.
Ye Lu raised her eyebrows, the attire didn't seem like it was for meeting a love rival, but more like she was going on a date.
Yiren's beautiful eyes landed on Ye Lu, sizing her up from head to toe.
Seeing her distorted figure swollen from pregnancy, dressed in an ordinary, loose-fitting home outfit, her confidence at the corners of her eyes became more intense, her smile deepened, as if she were looking at a completely non-threatening enemy.
Ye Lu didn't speak, she just casually continued eating her lunch.
