Mr. Gu was amused.
He reached out and tugged at his pant leg, sitting beside Mrs. Gu, and gazed at his young wife with a smile: "I see Manman like this, it seems she doesn't want to give me a chance to get involved."
"Really?"
"Yes," the man nodded seriously.
"You must be overthinking."
Gu Jiangnian noticed the fox-like look in Jiang Muwan's eyes but didn't expose her: "Really?"
"Yes."
Late at night.
Jiang Muwan got up to go to the bathroom.
She reached out to push Gu Jiangnian.
Calling for him to help her up.
But as she reached out,
what she touched was the empty space beside her.
She opened her eyes and looked around, only then realizing.
At three in the morning, when one should be asleep, Gu Jiangnian was sitting by the window with a dim lamp lit, reading an ancient book.
All the books she had looked at in the evening were laid out in front of Gu Jiangnian, the man wearing a pair of gold-rimmed glasses.
Beside him was a piece of A4 paper.
