Shen Wan couldn't believe that when she entered the living room, Shen Qian dared to lay a hand on her in front of so many servants.
So, she didn't really intend to run away.
Shen Qian chased after her all the way to the living room but found that the woman who had looked so stubborn just moments ago was now sitting leisurely on the sofa, smiling at him with a hint of provocation, a dash of defiance, and a touch of pride. Her habitual straight posture, neatly crossed legs, made her appear poised, dignified, and subtly exuded the demeanor of a young lady from a wealthy family.
Gone were the surface signs of weakness, replaced by a deep intelligence that ran through her bones.
So, this was her true self.
Shen Qian suppressed his racing heartbeat and approached her step by step.
Several maids cast curious or appraising glances in their direction.
"Brother, would you like to sit?" She smiled, tilting her head back and making space for him.
