The next day, Gu Qian came downstairs neatly dressed. She entered the dining room, ignoring Mo Beichen who was reading the newspaper. She pulled out a chair and sat down, "Miss Zhong, I want to eat."
"Ah, finally, hear that the young madam wants to have a meal, I'll get it ready right away," Miss Zhong replied happily, bustling into the kitchen.
Mo Beichen put down the newspaper; a slight smile graced his lips as he looked at Gu Qian. "So, you've come to your senses today? No more force-feeding, and you're coming down to eat by yourself."
Gu Qian was irked, she coldly replied, "Humans are iron; food is steel. Without a meal, one starves."
"Good to know you realize that," Mo Beichen folded the newspaper, elegantly taking a sip of his coffee. His gaze leisurely landed on her face, finding Gu Qian, as Mrs. Mo, increasingly pleasing to the eye.
