In fact, Qiao Rui had seen Pei Liyan and Qiao Xiang get out of the car together long ago.
Two cars arrived almost simultaneously at the old house, one after the other. She sat in the car, constantly watching Pei Liyan and Qiao Xiang alighting, observing how well-matched they looked, and her mind was already clear.
At such a gathering where all members of the Qiao Family would be present, his brazen arrival with Qiao Xiang made a definite statement, intending to put her in her place.
But they loved to pretend, and Qiao Rui did not like being deeply involved in such dramas.
Pei Liyan heard Qiao Rui's voice and froze instantly, truly it was her.
His sharp gaze settled on Qiao Rui's face, her delicately sculpted features, pale skin, finely arched brows reminiscent of distant mountains, fiery red lips.
She wore a black deep-V neckline gown that accentuated her pale slender neck, resembling a swan's neck, so beautifully suffocating.