Noble and indifferent as Zhou Luchen was, he sneered, "Who would want to marry them and take them home? Are they even worthy?"
Worthy?
Shen Jing didn't know.
In the depths of winter, during the first lunar month, clusters of orange-red lantern flames flickered before her eyes on both sides of the path.
After such a remark from him, she couldn't define her feelings.
Was he explaining to her?
Could it be?
Or perhaps, he was simply accustomed to his lofty position, always acting according to his whims, indulging his desires, and refraining from romance.
The second young master had long been infamous among the ladies; surrounded by beauties, who possessed the formidable skill to make him settle down?
Shen Jing changed the subject. "I thought you were attending a wedding in Shanghai."
"To watch them drink the ceremonial wine?" Zhou Luchen said, his voice raised. "That's not a hobby of mine."
Shen Jing pondered.
