For women in their circle, social maps were second nature. Who’s allied with whom. Who’s out of favor. Who secretly hates who.
Gu Fenyi had it all figured out within one day.
Naturally, her source was Ye Wenjia.
He slouched on the sofa, forced to wear a shirt instead of his usual nightgown because she was around. He tried to look casual but kept fidgeting with the uncomfortable collar.
“So,” he said lazily, “Do you even know what this means?”
“Of course.”
Just two words. Calm. Unbothered. Ye Wenjia choked on his sarcasm.
Talking to Gu Fenyi was like punching air—there was no satisfying reaction. Only poise.
Gu Fenyi closed her documents. “I’m heading out.”
“Where?”
“The mall.”
“The mall?” Ye Wenjia raised an eyebrow. “To go... shopping?”
She nodded. “Mrs. Xia asked me.”
Ye Wenjia nearly fell off the couch. Mrs. Xia? That woman was a gossip queen—this was a trap.
He snapped, “My brother’s missing and you’re out shopping?”