As it turned out, she knew her lover well.
She hadn't even turned to the third page of her book when the door to her room was opened.
"Qin Qin."
Gu Shengyin didn't get up, and with a smile that wasn't quite a smile, she watched the man who entered, "Brother, what brings you here?"
Song Yi, feeling her uncharacteristically cold demeanor, found it profoundly satisfying.
"I noticed you didn't eat much tonight, came to check if you're feeling unwell," Song Yi said as he sat down in the chair beside her bed.
Gu Shengyin snapped the book shut with a "thwap," "Doesn't brother have his beloved already? How come you still have time to worry about me so late?"
Hearing the genuine annoyance in her tone, Song Yi spread his hands in a helpless gesture to clarify, "That person is a designer I know; she admires mom greatly and wanted to meet mom through me."
Gu Shengyin remained cool, "Oh, what does that have to do with me?"
