"Holy shit!" Wei Ziyun was badly startled. Cold sweat broke out, soaking his neck. "Aunt Liu, you can't just say things like that."
Feng Wanting would kill him if he found out.
A knowing smile curved Liu Ke's lips, scrutiny lurking in the fine lines at the corners of her eyes. "He's so handsome, I thought..."
"No, no, he's just my assistant. He came to help carry my things." Wei Ziyun signaled to Pei Yang with his eyes. "Don't just stand there. Come sit down."
"All right."
Pei Yang hurried over. Under Liu Ke's appraising gaze, he picked up the pitcher on the coffee table and poured a cup of water for her and Wei Ziyun.
As the porcelain cup settled securely in front of Liu Ke, the smile froze on her lips, and her gaze instantly sharpened like a hawk's. Only after Pei Yang withdrew his arm did her smile gradually return.
Wei Ziyun sorted through what he wanted to say, but just as his lips parted, Liu Ke beat him to it. "Ziyun, go outside. I'd like to speak to your assistant alone," she said unhurriedly.
"Huh?" Wei Ziyun blinked in confusion. "What do you want to talk to my... my assistant about?"
The housekeeper beside them immediately smiled and gestured toward the door. Before Wei Ziyun could react, he had been half ushered, half pushed outside, without even getting the chance to exchange a glance with Pei Yang.
Wei Ziyun: "?"
Wasn't I supposed to be the main character here?
Pei Yang sat stiffly across from Liu Ke, his mind feeling as though it had been stuffed with cotton. Amid his bewilderment, a trace of nervousness crept in.
"What is your relationship with Wanting?"
"..."
Pei Yang had no idea how the conversation had suddenly turned to