Cheating CEO

Chapter 6 Comparison of Two Phases

Gong Shichen followed the collective gaze, curious about the couple who had held their wedding on the same day as hers. What she saw made her eyes widen in astonishment. Here, truly, was a match made in heaven, a prince and his princess.

It was not that Ling Yan Hong was not devastatingly handsome, but that there exists a concept in this world: each to their own merits.

Indeed, Zhuang Wentian’s handsome elegance and Ling Yan Hong’s peerless beauty were on par with one another.

Of course, Zhuang Wentian’s graceful composure and Ling Yan Hong’s noble aloofness were each a distinct style of their own.

Furthermore, Zhuang Wentian’s immaculate bearing and Ling Yan Hong’s casual, untrammeled air could only be described as a meeting of equals.

This was the second time Gong Shichen found herself involuntarily, breathtakingly, staring at another man. The first time she had laid eyes on Ling Yan Hong, she had felt like a star-struck fool, but his frigid gaze and cold demeanor had quickly brought her back to her senses.

Zhuang Wentian, on the other hand, wore a faint smile, the corners of his lips slightly upturned. His elegance was so otherworldly that one could only admire him from a distance, the very picture of a gentleman. Nevertheless, Gong Shichen quickly averted her gaze, because someone's eyes were now scrutinizing her, filled with a palpable dissatisfaction. And the owner of that disapproving stare was someone from whom Gong Shichen also could not tear her eyes away.

Dressed in a white suit, Zhuang Wentian appeared tall and statuesque. The fair arm linked through his belonged to Luo Wen Ke, whose height was a perfect complement to his, her grace and composure utterly natural.

Her white high-heeled shoes, though not the thinnest of stilettos, looked exquisite on her feet.

Her Chinese-red gown was simple, elegant, crisp, and bright, a stunning counterpart to Zhuang Wentian’s white suit. Her figure was a masterpiece of curves, and though the beautiful hem of her dress concealed her hips, her snow-white, slender calves were a testament to her innate talent for modeling.

Her waist was devoid of any excess, yet her bust was full and sensuously curved. A simple, beautiful chain adorned her snow-white neck, from which hung a single, modest-sized diamond that glittered with a pink, crystalline light. It was said to be a one-of-a-kind masterpiece, named "The Pink Ocean."

Her long, elegant, snow-white neck, the perfect curve of her small chin, her lips like crimson dots, full and sensual, the beautiful, straight bridge of her nose—and her two luminous eyes, overflowing with a dazzling light. But when that light, excessively radiant, fell upon her own body and face, Gong Shichen dared not continue her appraisal.

Yes, at that moment, Luo Wen Ke’s scrutinizing and slightly reproachful gaze had landed squarely on Gong Shichen’s face.

It was likely because she had just been too intently studying the other woman's husband, thus earning her hostility.

Her long, jet-black hair was styled in large, cascading waves, which served to accentuate Luo Wen Ke's crimson lips and pearly teeth. This, combined with her perfectly shaped face, exquisitely delicate features, and the cultured air of someone raised in a prestigious family, made her a true beauty in every sense of the word.

Luo Wen Ke was an undeniable, bona fide great beauty. Even at a height of one-seventy-five, she still projected the image of a delicate and gentle woman in need of a man's protection.

In comparison, Gong Shichen, at only one-sixty-three, felt somewhat lacking. Standing beside Ling Yan Hong, she appeared much more petite.

Gong Shichen, with her arm linked through Ling Yan Hong's, had only turned for a fleeting moment. Her entire assessment had been made in the instant the crowd was gasping in awe, an almost reflexive sizing up. It wasn't a comparison, but a conditioned response.

The newspapers had reported that both Ling Yan Hong and Zhuang Wentian had married women of rare beauty. Gong Shichen, who had suddenly emerged from obscurity, had actually received more press coverage—the appearance of a dark horse, after all, always attracts more attention.

In truth, Gong Shichen understood perfectly well at this moment that, compared to Luo Wen Ke, she could only be considered a pretty face, while Luo Wen Ke was an irreproachably stunning beauty.

Only after her assessment was complete did Gong Shichen suddenly realize that Ling Yan Hong, whose arm she was holding, had not turned his head at all. He remained in his original position, showing not a flicker of curiosity, nor even a hint of courtesy. He just stood there, stiff and cold, his expression far from pleasant.