Lin Feiyuan listened to Yan Qing's well-meaning consolation and couldn't shake the feeling that something was amiss.
It took a while before he finally caught on and glared furiously at Yan Qing, "The one I like is Ling Hua, unique in this world. Now that she has married you, don't you think it's too late for you to be saying this?"
Even if he were to turn back and become a debauchee again, it was impossible to find a brother like Qin Huan who had an unmarried fiancée named Ling Hua and could provide a drunken betrothal transfer document that he would stab himself in the side for.
"What do you like about her?" Yan Qing asked helplessly. "Don't be fooled by her appearance. When she creates trouble, she's like a small ancestor."
Yan Qing looked at Lin Feiyuan seriously, "Does your family lack an ancestor?"
Lin Feiyuan: "..."
He was so angry, "You've already eaten the grapes others can't reach, and you have the nerve to say they're not sweet? Have some shame, will you?"
