Although Chu Sihan appeared to be the magistrate of Lin Jiang Mansion, he actually had another identity.
Ordinary ladies from prestigious families were indeed not suitable for him. After all, his life was filled with the glint and flash of cold steel.
To him, a wife who only knew how to recite and paint was his weakness.
On the other hand, Lu Sheng was the ideal wife who could help him and prevent him from worrying about anything.
Furthermore, Shi Yi and Yun Ting could tell that Chu Sihan treated Lu Sheng differently.
Lu Sheng ran into her room and held her chest, heaving heavily.
For the first time in years, she could not control her heart rate.
She poured herself a cup of cold tea and finished it in one go. Then, she collapsed onto the chair.
"Have I fallen in love with Chu Sihan?"
She frowned and mumbled. Then, she shook her head and patted her face. "I must be overthinking!"
