Although An Yuying was easily jealous, she wasn't one to overthink unnecessarily.
Her bouts of jealousy came quickly but also dissipated just as fast.
Of course, the precondition was that she needed to be coaxed.
Otherwise, she could hold a grudge overnight.
Unlike Tang Guihua, An Yuying was more gentle.
That made it easier to coax her around.
As long as one treated her tenderly and spoke a few sweet nothings, the jealousy in her heart would vanish like smoke.
Seeing her smile, Luo yang seized the moment and said, "Sister An, let's go downstairs."
An Yuying came up, naturally wanting to ask what he had been doing with Tang Guihua earlier, especially since the two of them had been up for quite a while without any sound of conversation, leaving her clueless about what had happened.
If Luo Yang were discussing business with a man, it would have been a different matter.
But now, he was discussing business alone with Tang Guihua who was as beautiful as An Yuying, and An Yuying had her suspicions.
"People are asking you, they say Guihua called you up here. Did she tell you something? People want to know," An Yuying said coyly.
Indeed, dealing with a jealous beauty was troublesome.
"Sister An, you're very smart. Sister Guihua did discuss some things with me. Things that could make us rich," he whispered.
"What things? Tell me. I want to hear," she cooed.
"Sister An, alright, I'll tell you," Luo Yang said mysteriously, "Here's the thing. Sister Guihua is giving me half the shares of her tea shop. For free. Isn't that a good thing?"
Upon hearing this, An Yuying's jealousy intensified.
Her lips pouted again as she murmured, "What does that mean? I just knew she wants to be with you. I saw it coming, what are you really thinking?"
Seeing her jealousy flare up again, Luo Yang quickly reassured her, "Sister An, what's mine is yours, and what's yours is mine. She's giving me the shares so that all three of us can run it together. You know my heart, Sister An, right?"
Hearing this, An Yuying's tone was indeed not as resentful.
"Then why didn't Guihua tell me? Are you lying to me? Guihua only wants to run it with you, right?" she pressed.
Calming An Yuying with just a few words wasn't easy.
But with a bit more time, it would be no problem.
"Sister An, listen to me. When have I ever lied to you? Even if I were beaten to death, I wouldn't lie to you. What's our relationship? How could I possibly lie to you, right?" he persuaded.
"You're lying to me. I'm getting angry. You naughty boy, tell me honestly, what's going on with you and Guihua? You were in there for so long. I know," she sulked, pouting her lips even higher.
"Sister An, if I lie to you, may I grow a boil on the top of my head." Luo yang pointed at his forehead as he swore.
Beautiful women love hearing pledges.
Luo yang thus catered to her liking, a tactic that never failed.
After hearing this, the jealousy on An Yuying's pretty face lessened significantly.
In such moments, it was better to take her downstairs and walk around so she could cool off more easily.
"Sister An, how about we go downstairs? Would that be okay?" Luo yang asked gently.
"No, not yet. You haven't explained things clearly. I'm about to get angry. Have you and Guihua..." she persisted.
An Yuying was too embarrassed to finish her sentence.
As a girl who had never truly been in love, An Yuying easily blushed whenever the subject of men and women was brought up.
"Sister An, didn't I tell you? Sister Guihua gave me half her shares, and you have a share too. What's mine is yours, and what's yours is mine. Why should we hold anything back from each other? Could I deceive you for a moment, much less for a lifetime?" Luo yang explained.