Ye Junqing's cool gaze captured her actions. It was as if he had the ability to understand people's hearts and could clearly see her thoughts. He glanced at the curious journalists and said lazily, "Since the country believes she and I are the best match, I will of course be good to her. Perhaps we might fall in love over time. As for her identity... what, are you trying to steal her away from me?"
The male journalist was left speechless by Ye Junqing's comment, unsure of how to respond.
The other journalists couldn't help but laugh.
Chang Qinghua held up her microphone. "Mr. Ye, do you think there's a possibility that you two might fall in love over time?"
For some reason, hearing Chang's question made Ye Xingguang suddenly nervous, her heart pounding in her throat.
Ye Junqing didn't rush to respond. He looked up as if gazing into the distance, but his peripheral vision was fixed on Ye Xingguang's face.
After a moment of contemplation, he coldly remarked, "No!"
