At this moment, Mu Qian was just like any ordinary man, an ordinary man cooking for his wife and child.
That feeling, hovering between warmth and elegance, added a touch of homeliness to the cold man's aura. He was no longer so unapproachable, cold and terrifying, out of reach. Now, he was approachable and stunningly handsome, making it hard to look away.
But very quickly, Wen Jiaren snapped back to reality. She stopped looking at Mu Qian and, without any hesitation, she turned and left.
She didn't want to spend another moment with this man. Since he wanted to stay so badly, she could leave, right? Worse comes to worst, she could just give up the house.
As she turned around, she caught a gaze as pure and bright as twin stars.
Xiao'er!
Wen Jiaren's beautiful eyes flickered with an intolerable sadness, yet she still walked past the little one in silence, opened the door, and quickly left the room.
The man in the kitchen stopped what he was doing as he heard her leaving.
