On Saturday morning, Zheng Wenwen got up and started getting ready.
She chose a tight-fitting, V-neck dress that perfectly accentuated her slender waist and full bustline. She slipped on a pair of ten-centimeter heels, her hips swaying elegantly with every step.
"Are you going on a blind date or to a fashion show?" Wang Xiulan frowned.
"Mom, you don't get it." Zheng Wenwen spritzed on some perfume. "This is exactly what men fall for."
She gave herself one last check in the mirror—her mascara made each eyelash distinct, her lip gloss was the trendiest "man-slayer" shade, and she had even deliberately applied highlighter to her collarbones.
'With a look like this, there's no way that country doctor won't be smitten.'
"Let's go." She grabbed her purse, then suddenly coughed a few times and quickly dabbed on more foundation to cover the flush on her face.
On top of that, her stomach felt upset.
'Am I getting my period? The timing isn't right...'
