Upon hearing her cousin mention these things, a hint of annoyance flashed in Gu Huarong's eyes.
She had indeed considered making a move on Feng Yuanxi before, but that brat didn't care about anything other than his toys and games. She hadn't gained a single advantage from him.
Just as she was thinking about it, she suddenly widened her eyes and looked at the little boy who had just emerged from the carriage.
Although his face wasn't the one she was familiar with, Gu Huarong had seen a portrait of Feng Yuanxi wearing a mask through her investigations.
She observed as he stretched out his little arms, letting Gu Qingluan put her hands under his armpits and lift him before gently setting him down on the ground.
The way he looked at Gu Qingluan was bright and joyful.
This was a treatment Gu Huarong had never experienced.
Not to mention her, even her aunt couldn't enjoy such intimacy.