Gu Mohan had heard that women liked men with good culinary skills. He aimed to be a man who could satiate her appetite in and out of bed.
There was nothing that he could not learn, only things that he was not willing to learn.
But for Mo'er, he was willing to do anything.
Gu Mohan puffed his cigarette urgently. His muscular chest was heaving. He coughed twice as he choked on the smoke.
He admitted that he was not able to be as composed as he looked on the exterior. He was jealous, to the point that he was going insane.
He was jealous on so many occasions. When he saw her smile at Jun Chulin, when she hugged him, when she liked his stir-fried pork with bamboo shoots dish and when she mistook him for her Mr Gu…
When she mistook someone else for him.
Every smile that she gave Jun Chulin made him feel offended. He was outrageously jealous.