Yeying's gaze was remote, "Sometimes feelings can affect your judgment, but they are also the most honest. You genuinely like your wife Hong'er, but besides her, you also want to marry Ye Zhuchan as your wife, right?"
The usually composed Jiang Shouzhong turned a rare bright red, quickly waving his hands, "I'm not that greedy."
"Is that so?"
"Uh… just a tiny bit of thought."
Confronted with the woman's teasing and mocking gaze, Jiang Shouzhong simply admitted, "I had confessed to Ye before, but she... she didn't want to be a wife, perhaps because she thinks her disfigurement makes her unworthy of me. But I really don't mind…"
Jiang Shouzhong sighed, self-deprecatingly said, "But now it's too late to talk about it, perhaps at that time I should have been more assertive."
Yeying retracted her gaze, looking into the pitch-dark night, "With her medical skills, disfigurement is not a difficult issue to resolve. Perhaps there is a possibility that she is heart-sick."
Heart-sick?
