Qiao Xi silently made her way to Jiang Jinrou's small western-style villa. As soon as she stepped inside, she was met with an unbelievable sight.
Jiang Jinrou's cheeks were flushed pink. Resting her chin in her hands with her elbows propped on the dining table, she was smiling radiantly.
Across from her, Tian Hongquang smiled gently at Jiang Jinrou—far more sincerely than he had at first. It was no longer a polite, superficial smile, but one as soft as a spring breeze, carrying a gaze full of fond pampering. His eyes looked like unfrozen spring water, and he wore an apron as he made breakfast in the kitchen. Knowing this, who could possibly believe that until recently, this had been Zun, the controlled puppet assassin and Wushi?
Chapter 60