Suppressing the jealousy in her heart, Zhang Qingxiang casually asked, "Oh, Mr. Gu, so is she your hidden treasure? When she served me tea just now, I thought she was one of the maids from Gu Mansion."
Although the comment sounded innocent on the surface, it was actually a subtle put-down aimed at Qin Youbei.
Gu Xiao looked at Zhang Qingxiang with a half-smile and then turned adoringly towards Qin Youbei, his voice seductive as if cast by a spell, "Mmm, she is my exclusive, personal little maid."
He deliberately emphasized the words 'personal,' infusing them with a significant undertone of intimacy.
Zhang Qingxiang scoffed inwardly, unable to believe that Gu Xiao was serious. Perhaps Gu Xiao just liked this immature type. This woman was nothing more than a plaything for him, just not yet tired of her. Once he lost interest completely, this wilted flower, this faded beauty, would be utterly worthless.
So, what was there for her to be jealous of?
