Lu Kejun was trying on a new haute couture dress from a certain brand.
She was still in the early stages of pregnancy, not having gained any weight; in fact, she seemed even slimmer.
The costly and limited-edition feather dress fluttered on her like she was a fairy about to take flight.
She really did suit this pure and ethereal style.
Mu Wanqing, however, couldn't pull it off.
It wasn't that Mu Wanqing wasn't as beautiful as her but that Mu Wanqing's figure was too voluptuous, such that the dress couldn't contain her bosom.
"Third Brother? What brings you here?" Lu Kejun looked up to see Wen Zhan, surprised before she picked up her skirt and spun lightly, "Third Brother, how do I look in this dress? They all say I look like a heavenly fairy."
She was, as always over so many years, waiting for Wen Zhan's praise without any thought of evasion, completely forgetting that their relationship now was nothing like it used to be.