Wen Xuxu's smile abruptly vanished and she said seriously, "You actually rejected Madam Wang Daqin. Are you tired of living?"
Jiang Zhuoheng frowned in protest. "I'm innocent. Everyone knows how much I love and care for the elderly."
He knew the old madam too well. If he hadn't talked over her attempts to say something, he wouldn't have been able to bring Xuxu out today.
"Oh, please," Wen Xuxu replied and she leaned back. She raised her hands and stretched herself. Then she touched her belly and yelled, "Stop this nonsense and let's hurry up and grab some food! I'm so famished that my chest is as flat as my back."
She never had to suppress herself in front of Jiang Zhuoheng.
Even though they hadn't seen each other in three years, everything remained the same. Just as if they had never been separated.
She thought, if Fang Jiayin came back, would Yan Rusheng be the same?
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