The moment Lu Junhan saw Ying Xue approaching, a flicker of suspicion passed through his eyes. He quickly masked it with a warm smile, the kind he had perfected over the years. "My love," he said softly, extending his hand toward her.
Ying Xue's eyes sparkled as she placed her hand in his. Her cheeks flushed like a shy, devoted wife basking in her husband's affection. To the onlookers, they were the perfect couple, madly in love. But inside, Ying Xue was laughing.
How foolish!
He thought he was being clever, watching her from afar all evening, thinking she hadn't noticed. But she had. She had felt his gaze from the moment they entered the banquet hall. His eyes were on her, but not out of love. No, it was out of doubt and suspicion.
He thought she didn't know?
You underestimate me, Ahan… just like everyone else.
She smiled sweetly and leaned closer, resting her hand on his chest, as if clinging to him out of love. But inside, her heart burned with something far darker.
