"Jiarong?" Wang Xiao repeated, tilting his head.
"Yes!" Xueying huffed, crossing her arms. "Mother is always pestering her about settling down. She's the oldest. She should go first!"
"Oh, so you're saying you'll wait your turn?" Wang Xiao asked, smiling as if he'd just caught her in a trap.
Xueying's cheeks flushed. "I—I didn't say that!"
"Sounds like you're stalling," Anran chimed in from her spot on the couch, grinning wickedly. "You're scared to tell your mother about your relationship with him, aren't you?"
"Shut up, Anran!" Xueying snapped, her face burning.
Anran shrugged innocently. "Just saying. It's about time your mom knew, isn't it?"
Xueying's shoulders tensed as her thoughts spiraled. Telling their mother about her relationship with Wang Xiao? The idea made her stomach churn. What if Xinyue Zhilan fainted? Or worse—what if she died on the spot?
