In the end, Shen Zichu shamelessly stayed over, of course, pinned to the sofa by Gu Xiaoman who forbade him from taking one step beyond his boundaries.
Shen Zichu thought, huh, as if waiting for the right moment was something he couldn't handle?
But to his surprise, Gu Xiaoman guarded him like a thief and locked the bedroom door.
Shen Zichu silently wept, his heart shattered into pieces. It was over, the operation had failed.
The next day.
Shen Zichu behaved well and made breakfast by hand, which Gu Xiaoman hadn't expected from young Master Shen who seemed all tough on the outside.
"Good morning, wife, let's have breakfast."
Gu Xiaoman looked at Shen Zichu with eyes full of suspicion.
"You didn't poison it, did you?"
Shen Zichu glared with his attractive eyes.
"Am I that kind of person?"
Gu Xiaoman tugged at the corner of her mouth.
"Hard to say…"
Shen Zichu felt dejected.