Wen Xiangyang had shown off his culinary skills, fully expecting to receive at least a word of praise. However, to his surprise, Mu Lingqian simply picked up his chopsticks, took a bite, and then put them down.
Wen Xiangyang looked at Mu Lingqian, perplexed.
"Don't you like it?"
Mu Lingqian didn't answer, but gave her a cold glance and frowned.
Just as Wen Xiangyang was anxiously waiting for his response, he stood up, walked over to the sofa, picked up a file and went upstairs. He was so cold and distant.
Wen Xiangyang stood still, and after Mu Lingqian went upstairs, she picked up a piece of fish with her chopsticks and put it in her mouth. It was tender and spicy, delicious as always. What on earth was Mu Lingqian trying to say?
She had thought that being kept involved sleeping a few times a month, but she hadn't expected that Mu Lingqian had her home moved to his villa. Now not only did she have to sleep with him, but she also had to act as his housekeeper.