How Sad, I Won't Be Meeting My Idol.

"Lil Shu, we meet again. Recently, you have been very popular. You have become prettier. Whoever marries you must be really fortunate." Chen Wanwan held Shen Qianshu's hand passionately and smiled as if she was Shen Qianshu's elder sister. She was exceptionally friendly.

She was 32 years old this year and was a wealthy wife who was carefree. The in-laws loved her a lot, and her husband always defended her. She never seemed to have aged. Standing beside Shen Qianshu, they looked like sisters. She was also a big client of Shen Qianshu.

"Sis Wanwan, we haven't met in a while. You are still as gorgeous as ever."

"Recently, I've been using a face mask that's really great. I'll send you a carton soon. It works really well on reducing water retention. No formalities, please; it's my pleasure."

"Alright, thanks, then. I'll accept your gift."

Chen Wanwan smiled, and Ye Guanjun thought to himself, Qianshu, little beauty, please don't betray me.