After Gu Mian let go of Wen Qian, he turned and went to the kitchen to prepare some food for her.
Wen Qian sat alone on the chair, her gaze slowly sweeping over the three men before her. A trace of confusion flickered in her eyes.
'Knowing Gu Mian's usual personality,' she mused, 'he should have been upset long ago seeing me in such close contact with another male.'
But when Qi Ke had just thrown himself at her like a little cannonball, Gu Mian had acted as if nothing was wrong, his calmness astonishing.
After all, she had only mentioned Chi Heng's name once before, and Gu Mian had flown into a jealous fit that lasted for quite a while.
"Qianqian, do you really not remember me...?" a choked-up voice suddenly rang out, shattering Wen Qian's train of thought.
The silver-haired young man's eyes were red-rimmed, his handsome face now looking somewhat wretched with sorrow. He exuded a kingly aura, yet at this moment, he was like a helpless child, kneeling humbly before her.
