The marriage of rich and powerful families had always paid attention to the matched social status. Even if she was not a socialite, she should be the international superstar, the queen of water. Ye Bao's status could only be treated as a toy at most. How could Qi Zhen marry her? One was the star in the sky, the other was the mud on the ground. They were not a match at all. It was simply a fantasy. It was too hateful.
Under the complex and shocked eyes of the crowd, the lights fell on the woman beside the stage. Her figure was graceful and quiet. She wore a white dress, like a pure white rose, pure and noble. The light fell on her slender hair, setting off her crystal skin and her pretty face. Her exquisite face was picturesque like a pen drawn carefully. Her eyes were full of radiance, an
