In the manor, after finally sending the guest away, Jun Shiling looked at Xia Wanyuan. "Baby, was this the child who proposed to you in public last time?"
"…" Xia Wanyuan glanced at him. "How do you know everything?"
Jun Shiling pulled Xia Wanyuan's hand and led her upstairs. "Does the brooch he gave you look good?"
"…" Xia Wanyuan was helpless. "He's just a twelve-year-old child. Why are you jealous of him?"
After entering the room, Jun Shiling picked Xia Wanyuan up and placed her on the bed. He did not leave. He supported himself above Xia Wanyuan and began to settle scores.
"You didn't have lunch with me today."
"Mm, then I made dinner and waited for you at home to apologize to you." Jun Shiling's tie hung by Xia Wanyuan's collarbone. Xia Wanyuan felt a little itchy and tugged at his tie, not noticing Jun Shiling's suddenly deep gaze.
"Don't talk about it. The dinner all went into that child's stomach. I only ate a little."
