But Lu Yanxi, as beautiful as she was, wasn't Gu Jing's type.
Gu Jing was fond of the type like Qiao Yin.
Her beauty was breathtaking yet completely non-aggressive, without a trace of sharp edges. She was gentle and quiet, cool but with a hint of vulnerability, and that vulnerability carried a hint of strength. With one glance, she could bewitch with her clear eyes, and with a lowered gaze, she could reveal endless tenderness that could make one succumb.
Gu Guotai felt puzzled. Had his grandson's taste changed?
Because his grandson had caused trouble, his tone unconsciously softened, "Old Madam, I'm not sure what my mischievous grandson did to displease you? I'll call him over right now and give him a good lesson!"
"He pestered my granddaughter for no reason, causing trouble for her, and yet your daughter-in-law thinks it's my granddaughter's fault. Tell me, shouldn't I be displeased?"
