(Chapter Twenty-One)
Luo Ziling showed no sign of surprise and continued to sip his tea leisurely.
"What do you mean by that, Mr. Fang?" he asked, his words light as air during a pause in his tea-drinking, "You're not Qingyin's anything, so what right do you have to make such demands of me? Qingyin is already of age; even if you were her something, you're not entitled to make such demands."
"Because we are about to get engaged." Fang Dongxun looked at Luo Ziling with pride. "She'll be my fiancée soon, and I don't like my fiancée to spend time frequently with other men. You should know, there's a term that describes this situation—it's called being cuckolded. I certainly don't want people to think I've been cuckolded."
Luo Ziling, taken aback by Fang Dongxun's blunt words, couldn't help but laugh, "Did she say she wants to marry you?"
