Now, Jiang Muwan's reputation among the servants at the Gu Mansion had deteriorated even further.
At this time, she hadn't yet felt that anything was amiss.
It wasn't until much later, when Gu Jiangnian acted in front of everyone like a henpecked husband, that she realized the seriousness of the situation.
By then, trying to salvage her image was futile.
Gu Jiangnian's angry gaze met Jiang Muwan's smug eyes, and he felt an itching in his hands. The person who had intended to leave didn't go, but slowly turned around and headed towards Jiang Muwan, speaking in a soft and gentle voice with a hint of inquiry, "Does Mrs. Gu intend to stay in a mental hospital or a psychiatric institution? I can fund one for you."
Drawing closer, the two were not far apart, the man's hand hanging at his side slowly landed on her slender waist, rubbing it back and forth.
