This was Song Lianhe's first time riding in Zhou Junlin's carriage.
She recalled a part in the original novel where every time she saw Zhou Xilan alight from Zhou Junlin's spacious and comfortable carriage, she would be consumed with jealousy.
Forget about marrying the man she loved—back then, just being able to ride in his carriage was an extravagant hope.
'Tsk, tsk. To think I'd get to ride in it so easily.' She had fulfilled this wish on behalf of the body's original owner. The only problem was...
...the man sitting across from her with a frosty expression was a real killjoy.
Paying no mind to her image in his presence, she simply crossed her legs, opened the food box on the small table, and began to eat.
