"Okay."
...
The three of them were dining, and Jian Ran tried to make light conversation to avoid awkwardness and to untangle the chaotic thoughts in her head. It was a relief when she finally finished the lunch.
"I'll clear the dishes."
"No need, the housekeeper will come to help in the afternoon."
"Okay."
Since Gu Mochen said it wasn't necessary, Jian Ran didn't want to be pretentious. So she simply sat with Gu Mochen on the sofa.
It was clearly only her third visit here, but she had to act familiar and like the lady of the house in front of Han Siming.
Jian Ran bit her lip, barely able to hide her fatigue. During a moment of silence, the doorbell rang.
"Ding-dong."
Jian Ran's beautiful eyes flinched. It couldn't be the housekeeper already, could it?
"Darling, go open the door..."
Having said that, Gu Mochen's dark eyes lingered meaningfully on the ring finger of Jian Ran's left hand.
A smile squeezed at the corners of Jian Ran's mouth.
"Okay."