"You're so sure that they're just baseless rumors?" Qiao Mianmian looked at him apprehensively. "What if… they're true?"
Mo Yesi was a little stunned, but he broke into a smile a split second later. "If I don't even have that much trust in you, I'm not fit to be your husband. Moreover, Miss Qiao, I'm still pursuing you. I've got to do a little better to get into your good books.
"Even if all of those were true, they only represent your past. I like the present you. So, anything that you've done before won't change my impression of you."
Qiao Mianmian knew that Mo Yesi had a glib tongue.
He always found the right words.
And he managed to make cheesy and mushy words sound sincere.
Just like now.
Qiao Mianmian felt that he'd managed to win her over.
Even if these were just sweet nothings, they'd worked their magic.
