There’s no contact information for Quan Jin in this phone. If he calls her later, even if she doesn’t get exposed, it’ll still be quite a challenge for her.

He slowly walked over to her side, just stood there, and didn’t sit.

He asked her, "What would you like to drink? Just say it, and I’ll have it brought to you."

Gu Yuan ignored him.

The two of them just remained in a deadlock like this. Gu Yuan was fine, always calm and serene. On the other hand, Quan Jin was suppressing his bad mood, clearly on the brink of an outburst.

No one knew who was really on the edge of the knife.

"Gu Xueli."

He called her name.

Gu Yuan responded softly with a "hmm," not even looking at him.

Then she noticed him squatting down next to her chair. She turned her head slightly to look at him and saw Quan Jin kneeling down, at an angle that forced him to look up at her.

With a face exactly like Chi Yu’s, Gu Yuan’s heart skipped a beat.

He was doing something that only Chi Yu would do.

Could it be... Chi Yu really might come back?

While she was lost in thought, his hand reached over, and the pad of his index finger lightly brushed her chin. Gu Yuan snapped back to reality, seeing this intimate gesture, swiftly stood up, and stepped back.

Quan Jin’s hand froze in mid-air: "..."

What kind of reaction was this?

Was she seeing someone through him?

Or was it simply physiological disgust at his intimacy?

Even earlier downstairs, she didn’t let him kiss her.

Some things really can’t be overthought, so the more Quan Jin thought about it, the darker his expression became. He looked at Gu Yuan, who had stepped back to avoid his touch, and asked, "What do you mean? Am I some kind of monster?"

Gu Yuan looked at his face and knew he was Quan Jin, not Chi Yu.

It’s just that his silent actions earlier were too much like Chi Yu’s.

Only Chi Yu would do these gentle gestures toward her.

She stammered a bit: "No, nothing."

Quan Jin: "You’re stammering? What does your stammer mean?"

Gu Yuan: "...Can’t I stammer? I’m just an ordinary person; aren’t all reactions normal?"

What she said made so much sense that Quan Jin found himself at a loss for words.

He swallowed his words back: "Fine, if it’s nothing, then sit back down."

Gu Yuan sat back down in the chair.

She didn’t know what Quan Jin was up to, so she kept an eye on the time. She had two plans: One was to coax him to leave or ditch him, quickly resolve things, and head to the old house to pick up Suisui. The other plan was to play along with him and delay the time to pick up Suisui.

Considering the current situation, Gu Yuan temporarily chose the latter plan.

She changed her earlier cold attitude and proactively asked, "Didn’t you say you ordered food? What did you order?"

He wasn’t sure if it was food she loved, but he spoke honestly: "It should be stuff you love."

"Why didn’t you ask me?"

"Asking you would make it seem like I don’t care about you, like I don’t even know your favorite food."

"In fact, you don’t know. How is this different from pretending to be something you’re not?"

"There’s a difference!" he said.

Gu Yuan looked at him.

He said firmly, "The difference is, even if my face is swollen, I’m still a handsome guy."

Gu Yuan: "..."

His level of narcissism was sometimes very puzzling.

The restaurant’s food delivery was very fast, especially since it was the Presidential Suite at the Nepal Hotel, which was a significant order for the restaurant.

Not only was food delivered, but also a violin band and flowers, creating a complete atmosphere.

Gu Yuan looked at the ready violin band and turned to look at Quan Jin: "What are you doing?"

"Of course, I’m setting the mood. If you keep ignoring me, it’s going to be uncomfortable to eat this meal," he said so seriously, it didn’t even sound like a joke.

There were two members in the band, and the flowers delivered were red roses. Whether or not it was cliché, Quan Jin himself didn’t know; he only knew that most women love red roses.

In situations where he wasn’t sure what to send flowers for, sending red roses was usually a safe bet.

Gu Yuan had just sat down and took a hot towel to wipe her hands.

During the process of wiping her hands, she saw Quan Jin take a rose from the large bouquet and walk toward her with it in his mouth.

He stopped in front of her, placing his hand on the back of the chair behind her, bending down to slowly lean closer—

Gu Yuan didn’t move for quite a while.

Quan Jin waited for nothing.

He took the rose from his mouth: "Can’t you give me a little face and cooperate a bit? This is the first time I’ve tried so hard to please a woman, and you’re making me feel so humiliated."

Gu Yuan put down the hand towel and calmly replied, "I just wiped my hands, sorry."

His deliberate awkwardness brought no sense of surprise or enjoyment to Gu Yuan. Perhaps she was being double-standard; if it were Chi Yu doing this, her reaction certainly wouldn’t be the same.