"To be honest," Shi Yaoguang drawled, "if I wasn't sure you were gay, I'd start to wonder if you've fallen for me."
Quan Sicheng's face turned red with anger at this statement.
Calling him gay, or saying he liked Shi Yaoguang, both were insults to him.
Shi Yaoguang shrugged, "I didn't say it for no reason."
"If you don't have some ulterior motive, why are you so eager for me to divorce your dad every day?"
Quan Sicheng was infuriated, "You're just twisting the facts!"
"It's clearly you with the malicious intent. Who doesn't know you're just waiting for my dad to die day in and day out, so after he's gone you can use his inheritance to pressure me and make me your consort?"
"Pfft." Shi Yaoguang covered her mouth, chuckling softly.
"Consort?" She shook her head, "You chose the word well, but unfortunately for you, to be my consort, you..."
"aren't qualified!"
As she spoke, her face bore a hint of scorn.
"To be my consort, you'd need to be at least 188cm tall, right?"
