Tearing the Prince's Clothes after Withdrawing Marriage Chapter 779 - 778: Could it be, she’s already been recognize

Feng Wuya hadn’t expected that Murong Yu would be here too.

"I just ca to see if Mrs. Jiang is getting accustod to living here."

Murong Yu stood up, as if he was about to leave.

"Wuya, Mrs. Jiang’s skills in preparing dicine are truly extraordinary. With her by your side, I can rest easy."

The remark seed to be addressed not only to Feng Wuya.

Murong Yu was ready to leave, and before stepping out, he looked back at Mrs. Jiang once more.

"Whoever treats my son well, I keep it in mind."

He left.

Jiang Tao tried to take the tray from Feng Wuya’s hand, but as she reached out, Feng Wuya actually took a slight step back.

The Prince didn’t want to delegate the task to soone else? Such a peculiar action, utterly baffling.

Did he want to personally serve Mrs. Jiang the pastries?

Jiang Tao promptly stepped back, not daring to interfere.

Feng Wuya himself didn’t know what he was thinking, but in any case, if he wanted to do it, he did.

"Grandmother, these are fresh pastries from the kitchen. Please have a taste," he said.

He placed the pastries on the table and pushed them toward Mrs. Jiang: "Would you like to try?"

Mrs. Jiang seed sowhat resistant to him, unwilling to have any contact, even avoiding eye contact.

Feng Wuya’s voice was habitually sowhat cold, but at this mont, as he addressed Mrs. Jiang, it took on a slightly warr tone.

"Don’t be nervous, Grandmother. I an no harm. I just saw these pastries in the kitchen and suddenly thought of bringing so for you to try."

Jiang Tao also looked at Mrs. Jiang and whispered, "Since it’s a gesture of kindness from the Prince, Grandmother, why don’t you... just accept the Prince’s good will!"

If her master was fine, how happy she would be to have the Prince personally deliver pastries to her.

But now... Jiang Tao didn’t know what to say and could only glance once more before stepping out of the room.

Mrs. Jiang cast a glance at her retreating figure. That girl, leaving her alone with Feng Wuya in the room.

The longer they stayed in contact, the more likely it was that flaws would be revealed.

She didn’t want Feng Wuya to recognize her at all, now.

With such an ugly appearance, even she despised herself.

And she didn’t want him to lower himself out of obligation to her.

She picked up the pastry and turned her face away, then lifted her veil to take a bite.

Afterward, her expression turned sowhat odd, the pastry tossed back onto the plate and pushed in front of Feng Wuya.

"Grandmother, you... don’t like it? Do you prefer sweet treats?" he asked.

The kitchen had prepared them for him, and since he didn’t like sweet treats, they made savory pastries for him.

But won, whether they are young, mature, old, or tender, all seem to have a preference for sweets.

"I’m sorry, it was my oversight. I’ll go back to the kitchen and see if there’s anything else," he lanted.

He stood up, ready to leave with the tray in hand.

Mrs. Jiang, feeling a bit helpless, lightly tugged at the edge of the tray before he could lift it.

Then she picked up the pastry she had bitten into and continued eating.

She couldn’t bear to let him go through any trouble or hardship on her account.

Seeing this, a layer of pleasure shimred in Feng Wuya’s eyes, and he did not leave, instead sitting down at the table.

Mrs. Jiang was montarily taken aback, having thought that he would leave after she accepted sothing from him.

Why was he sitting down now, almost as if he wanted to engage in a lengthy conversation with her?

But Feng Wuya was not one for talking, and he even disliked speaking.

He was always very quiet.

So, a long conversation was out of the question.

He rely watched Mrs. Jiang eat, quietly observing her.

Mrs. Jiang felt increasingly uncomfortable, not sure whether she should take another pastry after finishing the one in her hand.

Why was he constantly staring at her? What did he an by that?

Could it be that he had recognized her already?