Zheng Xinru sat on the living room sofa, scrutinizing the young man standing before her. The European-origin Walain sofa didn't offer her an ounce of relaxation. As Chen Pingrui's wedded wife, she had the responsibility to shoulder the remaining Chen family, for Chen Pingrui and for herself.
Many men must have imagined pressing a Chen family woman beneath them.
"Ye Tian?"
"Yes."
Zheng Xinru set down her teacup, sat upright on the sofa looking at him, her expression calm, not even a ripple disturbing it. She smoothed out the folds in her dress, picked off some tiny threads that clung to it and then raised her head to look at Ye Tian before speaking again, "My name is Zheng Xinru, you can call me Mrs. Chen or Sister Zheng if you like."
"Alright, Mrs. Chen."
"Mmm. Please, have a seat."