Before, every time Gu Jia Ning brought him food, it was always at that same place.
Back then, Wen Zhqing didn't really want others to see him tangled up with Gu Jia Ning.
Wen Zhqing's gaze lightly fell on the paper, the corners of his lips curling into a faint smile.
The stuff written on the paper—that was just like something Gu Jia Ning would do.
In Wen Zhqing's eyes, Gu Jia Ning was nothing but a pretty face and nice figure—an empty-headed vase.
But this vase just happened to be his taste. For now, he could have a taste, play around a bit, use her as a stepping stone.
Wen Zhqing had long wondered how Gu Jia Ning could change so much, enough to make him feel astonished. Now he finally had an explanation.
Gu Jia Ning hadn't changed; she was just forced by her family.
But it didn't matter. As long as Gu Jia Ning still liked him, he had a way to get her. Tomorrow would be a good opportunity.
A smile of certainty flashed in Wen Zhqing's eyes.
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