"Do I really need to lie?"
Qin Wan's face revealed a scornful smile, "I was already more likable than you, and with my good character, Grandma compared you with me and found me more reliable."
Mu Shaochen was amused by her words.
"What are you laughing at?"
She rolled her eyes, attempting to break free from his grasp.
But he held on tighter, dragging her domineeringly toward the car parked by the roadside, while saying, "I'm laughing at how vain you are."
"..."
"If we ever have a daughter, will she be as vain as you?"
He asked as he opened the car door and pushed her inside.
Qin Wan didn't respond to him.
A loveless marriage—she'd have to be brain-dead to have a child suffer the way she had these past years.
Mu Shaochen wasn't expecting her reply either.
As he sat down in the driver's seat and noticed her buckling up slowly, he immediately leaned over, snatched the seatbelt from her hands, provoking her displeasure,
"What are you freaking out for?"
