Wang Youbao had been upset because one of his calligraphy works was destroyed earlier, and it was personally written by Scholar Sir no less, so he hadn't paid attention to what Li Wuyu was asking.
Now, after Li Wuyu asked again, Wang Youbao heard it loud and clear, and couldn't help wondering, "Miss Li, why would you say something like that?"
Li Wuyu responded sullenly, "Aren't you all discussing marriage? If you don't like her, why would you do that?"
Upon hearing this, Wang Youbao immediately clarified in haste, "Miss Li, you mustn't speak nonsense. When have I discussed marriage with Miss Xing? It is only Xing Jurén who harbors such intent, but I dare not aspire to such a match."
"But you still haven't answered my question, do you like Xing Yaoyue or not?" Li Wuyu, somewhat discontent, sounded even more muffled. She felt that Wang Youbao was beating around the bush, perhaps because he liked Xing Yaoyue but was hindered by his feeling unworthy of her.
