"Mhm. I can't let anyone walk over my girl" his last word came as a whisper as Mianmian blushed.
"I hope you enjoy it.."
Across the table, Xiong Yuheng's gaze flicked toward them, the soft smile still on his lips but his expression darkened ever so slightly.
He wasn't blind to that little exchange. The warmth in Lu Yanchen's voice, the way Mianmian's fingers lingered near the bowl for just a second too long.
His eyes returned to Mianmian, now watching as she turned and walked back toward the prep station.
He was intrigued. A woman who could hold her own in front of society's harshest eyes, who could cook like this and yet wasn't fawning for attention? Interesting.
Not far from him, Gu Xuelan's fingers clenched slightly around her wine glass.
She'd seen it too.The way Lu Yanchen looked at Mianmian. The way Mianmian served him not as a servant, but as an equal.
And now Yuheng too? Watching her like that?
