The man in front of her had eyes as dazzling as obsidian, exuding a sharp air of intelligence. Beneath his seemingly calm facade, there was a pair of eyes as keen as an eagle's, making the deep-carved handsome features more imposing, like a wolf pouncing on its prey.
Yet, Shen Jingxian was sure she had never seen this person before.
Even though she was a bit face-blind, she wouldn't have forgotten someone with such features if she had met him.
If Wen Ranchen's looks made people feel self-conscious like an immortal's, then this man was full of aggression.
He was not like the gentlemen popular in the Capital at all.
However, the trends in the Capital generally followed Shen Jingxian. Whatever kind her husband was, the gentlemen of the Capital would imitate, which was understandable.
Shen Jingxian could also tell that this man was already trying his best to restrain his aura in front of her.
