As early as yesterday in their first meeting, An Yiqing could tell that although Duan Ziqing appeared carefree, he actually had a high opinion of himself. Thinking about it, it makes sense; he is the youngest son of Duan Jingning, a figure who wields power throughout Ju Province, admired and adored from a young age. Who wouldn't flatter and humor him?
For Duan Ziqing, women were merely accessories, or even just tools, stepping stones at best.
In the first two decades of Duan Ziqing's life, with just a curl of his finger, countless beauties would flock, eager to offer themselves. This created a habitual thinking for him that as long as he hooked a woman, she would be of use to him.
Thus, from last night, Duan Ziqing's words and actions towards An Yiqing were filled with intentional or unintentional flirtation. If it were any other woman, she would have started fantasizing long ago.
