Inside the four-courtyard, Qin Miaomiao sat on the sofa while Ou Beichen sat at the desk, sketching and drawing without paying her any attention. The teenager was dressed in a white shirt, his features delicate and as striking as a painting. The warm sunlight fell upon him, giving off an air of pure serenity.
How could he possibly look like someone with psychological issues?
She had been sitting there idly for half an hour without saying a word, observing him secretly. But no matter how much she observed, he seemed completely normal.
The door was gently pushed open, and Ou Bei Yao walked in. Seeing Qin Miaomiao still in the same pose as when he left half an hour ago—book still flipped to the same page—his expression hardened slightly, and a faint pain in his lower body from earlier returned. This woman wasn't just ruthless; she had almost made him incapable of having children!
If it wasn't for the fact that she was still useful to him, he had a thousand ways to make her suffer!
