Gu Bichen was about to turn eighteen. As the only heir of the Gu family in Jingzhou, his marriage was bound to attract all eyes.
With the saying "the pavilion nearest the water enjoys the moonlight first" in mind, Gu Suqiu had no intention of letting someone else benefit for nothing.
Unfortunately, among all those cousins on her mother's side, there wasn't a single young person of the right age for Gu Bichen.
Not long ago, after Lin Xiaoxiao was brought back, Gu Suqiu saw a chance when she looked at this timid child who had seen so little of the world.
Thankfully, she was still young and there was room to mold her.
From a distance, Yuan Tingfang saw the two of them and walked over with a smile to greet them.
Gu Suqiu sized her up. "You're from the Yuan family?"
"Sister Qiu, I'm Yuan Tingfang."
"I remember now. Your father is Yuan Han, one of De Ren's shareholders."
Yuan Tingfang gave an embarrassed little smile.
"You're in the same class as our Bichen, right?"
