Zhao Xiu drove Jiang Jing away.
Jiang Jing couldn't just stay lingering at Zhao Xiu's door, lest it make things difficult for her.
On his way back, the more Jiang Jing thought about it, the more wrong it felt. Why was Zhao Xiu unwilling to admit she'd saved him? Why was she so determined to deny it?
Unless admitting it would bring her trouble.
'Tsk'—a sharp sound.
Jiang Jing slammed on the brakes, his tires leaving long black streaks on the ground.
"Impossible."
Jiang Jing's expression changed, and he hurriedly pushed the thought away. Mingzhu was his wife—no matter what might have been hidden when it came to the life-saving incident, in their days together since then, he was truly attracted to Gu Mingzhu. She was beautiful, generous in her actions, open-hearted, and kind.
He once saw how Gu Mingzhu treated those orphans with such care, and he thought bringing her home as his wife would be a blessing.
How could she possibly want to cause trouble for Zhao Xiu?
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