Thinking of Bo Jinghang's indifferent manner as he swiped his card, Qin Yiren slightly lifted the corners of her lips, guessing that moment would make many women scream.
She glanced at Miss Qian's Weibo, which was filled with scenery and travel content.
The rest were photos meticulously edited by Miss Qian, proving she wasn't in the recovery period from cosmetic surgery but was out traveling comfortably.
"Seems like being an internet celebrity isn't easy."
Turning off her phone thoughtfully, Qin Yiren focused on preparing dinner.
When Bo Jinghang arrived back home, a steaming plate of tomato meatball spaghetti awaited on the table, along with a simple cream mushroom soup.
Qin Yiren carried out the last dish and was met with the elegant and handsome man, her long eyelashes involuntarily trembled.
How should I put it...
Even though her rationality told her to forget what happened before, that scene stayed imprinted in her mind.
