Xu Qianli remembered that Lu Xingtian's wife was named Xu Youran, around thirty-five or thirty-six years old, a cadre from a county below Zhongzhou City.
She had only seen her on television news from Zhongzhou City, when she had accompanied Lu Xingtian in receiving the mayor of a foreign sister city and his wife.
Today was different, she came to find Zhao Mei and happened to run into her.
On closer look, she was much prettier than she appeared on television.
Despite being in her mid-thirties, time had not left any marks on her face; she was still stunning, looking about twenty-seven or twenty-eight.
Her skin was pale and delicate, smooth, radiating a captivating glow.
Her features were exquisitely beautiful, with lips red as fire, but within those beautiful big eyes was an undeniable hint of sorrow.
Her figure was explosively attractive; the mature body, slightly voluptuous, was wrapped in a Bohemian long skirt, its snug cut perfectly accentuating her smoldering physique.
