However, the three words "my woman" suddenly caused Mo Qiansu's heart, which was basking in emotion, to freeze as if doused with a bucket of cold water.
Gu Xuanye had emphasized countless times in front of her that she was his woman.
But in his eyes, she was nothing more than a mistress he had claimed, intolerant of others' touch.
The label "my woman" didn't carry the same formality or uniqueness as "my girlfriend," "my fiancée," or "my wife."
Gu Xuanye introducing her like this in front of his good brothers, though more dignified than "mistress," meant that she was still just one among his many women...
Mo Qiansu couldn't help but mock herself—for longing to be special in his heart after he showed her just a bit of care today.
She really was naively laughable!
...
Although the night was dark, the study was brightly lit.
