To gain favor with the elderly Madam Situ, Zhao Xuan today wore a striking red gown and painted her nails a bright red, wrapping herself entirely in crimson.
Red, an intensely captivating color, was perhaps too overpowering for Zhao Xuan, who was pretty enough, but under the engulfing sea of red, she seemed rather lackluster.
Madam Situ, beaming, took Zhao Xuan's hand, "Oh, so you are the daughter of the Ru family, come, let this old lady have a good look at you, oh, you do look very blessed!"
Blessed?
Looking blessed?
In the eyes of the older generation, being chubby was synonymous with being blessed!
At these words, Zhao Xuan nearly couldn't catch her breath.
With her height of 1.65 meters, she weighed only 125 pounds; was that considered fat?
Could this old lady not speak more tactfully?
But since this was Madam Situ, even if Zhao Xuan felt resentment, she dared not show it.
Madam Situ continued, "Child, how old are you now? Married yet?"