Not long after they had confirmed their feelings for one another, Jiang Qingli realized that Yuan Shimo's logic was different from most people's.
When he was interested in something, he wouldn't express it directly. Instead, he would first feign indifference to gauge her thoughts.
It was likely a habit born from a childhood of never getting what he wanted.
This tendency had improved significantly since their marriage, but he still reverted to it when faced with what he considered a major issue.
Jiang Qingli leaned against the back of her seat. "I'm fine with whatever. I see paparazzi almost every time I go out, so I'm used to it. What about you? You don't hate the exposure anymore?"
"I hate it."
The light turned green.
Yuan Shimo started the car and drove on.
Neon light cast faint shadows across his refined features.
Yuan Shimo took a breath, then slowly exhaled. "But... with my female master, I don't hate it."
