"Brother Guangyi," Zong Ji said earnestly, "if you just need someone to make soup and iron clothes, couldn't you just hire a nanny? You can afford it."
"Yeah..." Nie Guangyi nodded incessantly, agreeing, "On the first day after the registration was complete, the girl who was eager to marry me asked me to hire two maids—one to cook for us and the other to help clean."
"Uh..." Brother Zong Ji inevitably had to ask, "So what did that girl do?"
Nie Guangyi shook his head, helplessly saying, "She was in charge of leading those two nannies."
"Brother Nie!" Zong Ji patted Nie Guangyi's shoulder, "By the sound of it, you were tricked into marriage, weren't you?"
"Not entirely, it was my own lack of attention," Nie Guangyi stated, choosing his words fairly.
"At the time, weren't you sitting in first class, just waiting for some girl to strike up a conversation?" Zong Ji made a reasonable guess.
"No, I was pretending to be poor at the time, I even sat in economy class."
