The smile faded, and a sense of guilt crept into her heart.
This guilt wasn't because she was married to Meng Zhixuan and couldn't get too close to other men.
It was because of Wang Zhuangshi.
She couldn't figure out what she felt for Young Master Wang; after all, his appearance was too stunning, and any normal woman would inevitably feel her heart race upon seeing such a face.
But Wang Zhuangshi, that assassin from Su Shou Tang who never even showed his face, was highly skilled in martial arts. Although he was a man of few words, he was extremely reliable.
It also gave her strange feelings more than once.
She thought her only purpose in life was revenge, but it turns out she can still be moved.
His hands weren't as cold as I'd imagined; when they brushed against my earlobe, they felt like they were being burned.
It made it impossible for her to ignore.
She was tempted; that's a fact.
And Leng Pusheng and he had a very good relationship.
It wouldn't be good for me to get too close to Young Master Wang.
Of course, she never intended to develop anything with Wang Zhuangshi; she just felt awkward about it.
She didn't want people to think that her behavior or morals were problematic.
Regardless of what the future holds, she must at least be responsible for her words and actions.
Thinking this, the smile on her face disappeared.
Without even glancing at Jiang Yu beside him, he stepped onto the carriage, lifted the curtain, and disappeared.
After a while, her muffled voice came from inside: "Little Yue'er, come up quickly, don't delay Young Master Wang."
Little Yue'er was clearly not quite there yet. She gave a blank reply and hurriedly got into the carriage.
Jiang Yu looked through the curtains.
I could only vaguely see her profile.
He had already caught her momentary coldness.
This also left him speechless, which was quite unusual for him.
"Miss Wei, Chunfeng Restaurant has a new chef today. Would you like to try him?"
"I am..."
Before he could finish speaking, Wei Wei coldly interrupted him: "No need."
"Brother Leng, let's go."
Leng Pusheng glanced at his master, who was almost petrified, as if he wanted to laugh, but he held it back.
He exclaimed "Hey!" and flicked his whip, quickly driving off with his people.
Jiang Yu stared at the carriage for a long time before finally managing a bitter smile.
They say a woman's heart is like a needle at the bottom of the sea. We were just having a pleasant conversation, how could she change her expression so quickly?
He flicked his sleeves, clearly unhappy.
It would be great if some clueless person came to cause trouble.
He heard the sound of flapping wings overhead, looked up, and saw a piece of paper fall from the pigeon's beak, which he caught in his hand.
He glanced at it with a frown, then his brows slowly relaxed.
"That damned eunuch."
His voice was tinged with laughter, and he seemed very pleased.
Finally, I've found someone to vent my anger on.
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