Gu Weiwei fiddled with the red string and said, "But it looks so cheap."
It was too demeaning for someone of his status to wear such a thing.
"It is very expensive," Fu Hanzheng said.
What was precious was not this red string, but the intention of staying with him forever when she was making it.
This was a very precious gift.
Gu Weiwei smiled. "Is that so?"
Yes, he had always known what she was thinking.
There was no one else apart from him in this lifetime.
Fu Hanzheng took hold of her hand and kissed it.
"Of course."
Gu Weiwei chuckled sweetly and looked up at this cold-looking man.
"Mr. Fu, I am curious about one thing."
"Oh?" Fu Hanzheng raised his eyebrows and asked her to continue.
Leaning against his chest, Gu Weiwei smiled sinisterly.
"See, I call you Uncle, darling and husband, but you never call me darling or wife."