Mu Ziquan didn't want to resort to speaking ill of Su Shuochi behind his back, but he couldn't bear to watch her be deceived.
The thought made him inexplicably uneasy. Just as he was about to stress his point again, a clear, pleasant voice rang out.
"Shu Ci is both my husband and my patient. I know he can walk just fine.
But he hasn't walked in a long time, so he's still not quite used to it. The wheelchair just makes him feel more secure."
"If you say so, Ma'am, it must mean your love for him is as strong as ever. I was being cynical to think he was deceiving you."
Gu Jiaojiao didn't pick up on the self-mockery in Mu Ziquan's words, much less notice his hidden feelings.
For one, she'd always been dense when it came to romance. For another, she never would have dreamed that a man she'd only met twice would develop feelings for her.
She said with a carefree air, "You're worried he's tricking me? He's not that kind of person. Our relationship is genuinely wonderful.
