"Dongfang Cuihua?"
Standing at the window with his back to the door, Jiao Fuping's expression instantly soured at the name. He spun around angrily, ready to berate the woman for senselessly showing up in Han Jin City. As the pawn in a political marriage between the reformist faction of Medicine King Valley and the Dongfang Family, Jiao Fuping had always assumed his fiancée, Dongfang Cuihua, must be an astonishingly ugly country bumpkin. After all, what kind of beauty would have such a crude, earthy name?
So when he heard Dongfang Cuihua had come looking for him, he flew into a rage and wanted to send her packing.
However, when he saw her true face and figure, he froze.
"You're Dongfang Cuihua?" Jiao Fuping swallowed hard, asking in disbelief.
Good heavens! His fiancée was actually a world-class beauty?
"I am," An Dongye nodded.
