Faced with Chi Yu's incredulous expression, Qiao Yu's countenance remained calm and composed.
"You heard me right—I was the one who suggested it."
It took Chi Yu a moment to recover her voice. "Mother, what were you thinking?"
Has she gone mad? Why would she willingly place herself in such an awkward and humiliating position? Did she not foresee how miserable her life in the Gu family would become?
Qiao Yu glanced at Chi Yu's wide-eyed disbelief and couldn't help but chuckle softly. "Are you silently accusing me of being a martyr?"
Chi Yu remained silent. If not for Qiao Yu's feelings, she might have nodded in agreement.
As night fell, the streetlights flickered on. Insects buzzed around the glowing lamps, some singed by the heat, falling to the ground or onto passersby.
Qiao Yu brushed a bug off Chi Yu's shoulder, and a sudden urge to share welled up within her.
"Yu'er, do you want to know how I first met your Uncle Gu?"
