Ji Wei's face turned cold: "If it were real, Second Young Master Xi would have torn it down long ago. Why wait until now?"
"Old Mo, with a woman as clever as yours, how are the rest of us supposed to survive?" Xi Nanfeng grumbled, clearly dissatisfied.
Gu Moqian walked up and pulled his woman into his arms, coldly retorting, "I couldn't care less whether you survive or not. I'm utterly satisfied with a woman this clever and adorable."
Ji Wei pursed her lips into a delighted smile, tilting her slightly bashful face up to look at him: "Husband, since when did your words become so sweet?"
"Haven't I always been sweet?" The man raised an eyebrow.
"Let me find out."
The woman stood on her tiptoes and pecked the man's lips lightly, then giggled, nodding: "Hmm, indeed very sweet!"
Gu Moqian raised his hand, his long, slender fingers gently stroking the woman's flushed cheeks, his heart softening like clouds in the sky.
