Gu Jiayin slightly squinted her eyes, the dark pupils radiating a chill under the moonlight.
She was Gu Jiayin, once hailed as the top socialite in Licheng City, with countless men infatuated with her. She had a natural sensitivity to men's gazes.
She could clearly see what Qin Yiheng was thinking about her.
Qin Zhennan had lost all humanity, and his children were no better. This entire family should go to hell.
Gu Jiayin's pink lips curved into a half-smiling arc, her tone chilling to the bone, "What a coincidence, Mr. Qin?"
Qin Yiheng couldn't fathom what thoughts might have crossed the mind of the woman in front of him. He stared at her unblinkingly, just knowing she was so beautiful that every nerve in him was intoxicated.
He was a true wolf in a gentleman's clothing, viewing marriage as a mere plaything. But when Qin Yishu told him that he and Gu Jiayin had no blood relation, he surprisingly developed the idea of marrying her.
