In the villa's main hall, Yu Wanqing leaned against the sofa, watching a boring TV show.
These days, she was almost bored to death, stuck here every day with nowhere to go.
But thinking about having dinner with the man she liked in the evening made this life not entirely tasteless.
This feeling was like waiting at home for her man to come back.
Being an at-home kind of woman felt so good, she was reluctant to leave.
Upon hearing someone return outside, Yu Wanqing supported herself with a crutch and stood up.
The few knife wounds on her thigh hadn't completely healed, and she still felt a sharp pain from time to time when walking.
Never having suffered such hardship before, Yu Wanqing was certainly less able to endure it than the average person.
She bit her thin lips tightly and slowly shuffled forward.
When she saw Gu Beicheng, she immediately relaxed her bitter expression and put on a smile.
"Beicheng, you're back? Why so late today, were you busy?"
