Chapter 257 Who is Her Mother? _1

The hand Eleven extended to take the cup of coffee was knocked away by Gu Liancheng, "You should have some milk. You’re not allowed to drink coffee."

She had no choice but to withdraw her hand.

"Fine, I won’t drink it."

"It’s for your own good," seeing her grumbling, Gu Liancheng added, "Coffee isn’t good for you."

He handed over a cup of heated milk to her.

"How are you planning to explain my identity to Miss Shang? Like yesterday, will you tell her in front of her and Cute, that I’m your wife? Cute’s stepmother?" Eleven asked, sipping her milk calmly.

Gu Liancheng looked at her.

He was left wondering how she could be so unperturbed. He wanted to know, was she truly unfazed by the existence of Little Snow and Cute?

If so, there was only one answer: Eleven didn’t have him in her heart.

Perhaps, that was the perpetual answer they had agreed upon from the beginning. Their marriage didn’t involve love from the outset.

"What are your thoughts?" Gu Liancheng didn’t answer her question, instead he asked for her opinion.

"So, you’ll do whatever I suggest?"

"Let me hear it."

"What if I say yes?" Eleven tried to read his mind.

Seeing that he seemed to be contemplating her words, Eleven cracked a smile, "I’m just joking. Don’t worry, I don’t mean it. Just like before, I’ve lived as the unknown Mrs. Gu for many years now. It’s not the first time that I’ve been misunderstood as your mistress, I’m used to it already."

Gu Liancheng’s brows furrowed, he was about to say something when Eleven cut him off, "I don’t care about Miss Shang. I mainly don’t want Cute to get hurt. She is such a sweet and kind kid, it’s better for her not to get involved in adult affairs."

Moreover, she knew that one day she would have to part ways with Gu Liancheng. Shang Muxue and Cute would officially become part of this family. If all these were inevitable, Cute’s pain could be completely avoided.

She could bear some humiliation, but if it could help a child avoid any trauma from their childhood, then she would think it’s worth it.

While Shang Muxue was coddling Cute, she cast a glance at the bar counter.

The two of them were chatting nonchalantly.

But sooner or later, she would secure an official position to put an end to his romantic affairs.

"Mommy, what are you looking at?"

"Nothing."

"That’s Eleven, she’s my friend!"

Shang Muxue touched her head and asked: "What if your friend hurts mommy, who will you help?"

"That won’t happen! Eleven is very nice, she won’t hurt anyone."

"What if she does?"

"There is no what-if, it will never happen!" Gu Mengmeng nodded her head firmly, "Trust me, Eleven is a good person."

Having said that, Gu Mengmeng rushed to the bar counter.

"Eleven~ Let’s have a contest to see who can drink faster!"

"Sure." Eleven looked at Gu Mengmeng, her eyes glowing with motherly love, and smiled gently.

A feeling of unease crept within Shang Muxue. Who was the real mother?

...

The fact that Eleven was joining them for dinner disturbed Shang Muxue. As an outsider herself, what right did she have to dine with them?

Gu Liancheng even noticed that Cute had more natural interactions with Eleven than with Little Snow.

Shang Muxue attempted to feed Cute but their timing was off. Just as she turned her head to chat with Eleven. Blinking her eyes, Cute laughed and said, "Eleven, I have to tell you that there’s a friend in my class who’s as smart as me, his name is Jiujiu!"