Mei Ying, after all, is not an unreasonable person.
From their brief few hours of interaction, she knew Su Xiyue's position in Ye Chen's heart.
Besides, as a top assassin in the world, she had an accurate eye for judging people, and from a woman's perspective, she genuinely had nothing to show off; even her pride in her appearance was slightly inferior.
What angered her was Ye Chen's concealment, and with her status, Mei Ying knew she could never become Persephone, nor did she harbour the ambition to become the Queen of the Underworld.
"Could the wife I choose be ordinary?"
A smug look appeared on Ye Chen's face as he couldn't help but boast.
"I can ignore Xiyue's issue, but you can't go back on your word when it comes to marrying me,"
Mei Ying's eyes flickered with malice as she said fiercely.
"Mei Ying, cough cough, how can you take those past jokes seriously? I already have your sister Xiyue,"
Ye Chen coughed twice, speaking righteously.
