Qiao Jiu, holding Qin Ruan's hand, asked her mysteriously, "Sister Ruan, is he your husband? He's so handsome! Absolutely stunning!"
Husband?
Hearing this unfamiliar word, Qin Ruan's indifferent expression turned into a strange one.
To her, the concept of a husband was foreign and distant, almost unreal.
Besides, the title left her with an indescribable sense of shame.
She was convinced that Qiao Jiu's words were heard by the gentleman sitting in the car behind them.
Unsure of how he would react, Qin Ruan dared not turn around.
She coughed lightly, telling Qiao Jiu, "He is the father of my child, I must go now."
With that said, she pulled her arm from Qiao Jiu's grip, turned around and briskly walked to the car. She opened the door and got in.
From beginning to end, she dared not meet his gaze.
Terrified to see mockery in his eyes, or an expression that would set her heart racing.
