Qin Mu let him close in, and conveniently turned to stand against the wall, her head tilted back, staring at him.
Feeling the alcohol on his breath, her gaze became sharp as needles, no longer merely posturing and showing off her influence.
"Isn't this what you've always wanted? For everyone to remember you?"
Her gaze forced him to bring up the subject.
In fact, he didn't want to mention it, knowing she disliked this method, but it was the simplest and fastest way for people to remember her. It was also something she had to go through upon her return.
Compared to letting people slowly realize it and then spreading messy rumors, this method was obviously far more appropriate.
"And then? You tell them we've been together for a long time, that we already have a child, that we're going to marry soon," she asked him, puffing her chest out in a show of bold defiance.
"Are you angry about that?"
Clearly, he was more composed, and he didn't believe she was just angry about this!
