Jing Chen truly felt like the perfect lover, a considerate husband. To be loved by him was a very fortunate and blissful thing.
Mo Qiansu thought if she hadn't met Gu Xuanye at the age of five and been unable to forget him since then, she might have fallen for Jing Chen long ago, given how outstanding he was.
But in this world, how many "ifs" could there be?
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Jing Chen went to the cocktail party.
On the other side.
Tang Fanghua and Lou Zixuan made an appointment, right in the hotel's Western restaurant. Fanghua ordered Western food and a bottle of red wine, even asking the server to pour the wine in advance.
Led by the server, Zixuan arrived at the table Tang Fanghua had reserved.
"Auntie Tang, did you bring the painting album?" she asked straight away.
"I have, I wouldn't forget," Tang Fanghua greeted her with a smile, "Sit down, Zixuan. Let's eat and talk."
Lou Zixuan's heart was all on the album; she had no appetite for food.
