"I only said I would marry you, I didn't say I would give anything to the Qin Family," Nan Sichen spoke somewhat stiffly.
Qin Yin suddenly wanted to laugh. She didn't believe that Nan Sichen, a man so intelligent, wouldn't grasp this understanding. "Nan Sichen, if I marry you, then I will become Mrs. Nan. Do you know how many people will do business with the Qin Family because of my status, how many people will flatter the Qin Family?"
Nan Sichen understood, of course, but he didn't have any intention of taking back what he had just said. He was perfectly willing to marry her.
"You don't have to force yourself. I won't die if I don't marry you," Qin Yin said.
Nan Sichen's gaze suddenly turned gloomy, his eyes deep as a vast universe. He looked at her intensely and asked, "Then who do you plan to marry?"
He snorted coldly in his heart and asked, "Are you planning to marry Jun Nian?"
But he didn't voice this question out loud. Seeing Qin Yin slightly taken aback, he turned around and walked towards the balcony. "Change your clothes first, come downstairs with me later."
Watching his proud and lonely figure, Qin Yin felt somewhat confused. What did his last sentence mean? She had an illusion - that he still really wanted to marry her.
She sat dazedly by the bed for a while before getting up to take a spare dress from the wardrobe and going to the dressing room to change clothes.
There was a knock on the door, and Nan Sichen walked over leisurely and opened the door.
Standing outside was Qin Han. Seeing Nan Sichen, she blushed slightly and lowered her eyes, "Brother Sichen, Lady Nan is calling you downstairs."
"Hmm," Nan Sichen responded indifferently. At this point, Qin Yin emerged from the fitting room, wearing a fitted black dress. The long skirt trailed on the floor, making her look like a Dark Night Elf.
Nan Sichen turned around, a hint of light flashing in his eyes fleetingly. But even if it was fast, it didn't escape Qin Han's eyes. She too looked inside and saw Qin Yin. She felt a surge of resentment but did not betray it.
She sweetly called out, "Sister, you've changed your clothes. But it seems like you are too thin to fill this dress. I wore this dress last time."
She implied that Qin Yin didn't look as good in the dress as she did. Qin Yin was indeed skinny, but it wasn't like she couldn't fill the dress. When Qin Han had worn it, it was tightly wrapped around her body. Her chest was so large it nearly burst the dress, attracting countless men's gazes.
Qin Yin's dress actually fit well, but her chest was not as large as Qin Han's - just a shallow cleavage was visible, which was even more tantalizing.
Qin Yin smirked and said, "Of course I know my figure is not as crime-invoking as yours."
Qin Han was taken aback, her heart thumping. She suddenly felt that Qin Yin's smile was so dignified and cold just now. She didn't understand how the formerly simple-minded Qin Yin had changed so much - to the point she couldn't read her, even didn't understand whether her words were praise or derogation.
"It's pretty good like this." Nan Sichen rarely spoke in such a situation, his gaze burning on Qin Yin.
Qin Yin glanced at Qin Han. She hadn't planned to be too close with Nan Sichen, but at that moment, she suddenly wanted to link arms with him. After all, he had agreed to marry her.
So, she shot a smile at Nan Sichen, reached out, and took his arm to head downstairs together.
Qin Han gritted her teeth, glaring fiercely at Qin Yin. This woman was doing it on purpose, deliberately acting intimate with Nan Sichen in front of her.