"Miss Ye, do you know how many women want to become Young Madam Jiang?"
In front of this woman, he really started to increasingly doubt his own charm. Or could it be that she... prefers women?
Oh, probably not. On the bed, she feels great and knows how to enjoy herself, so she can't possibly be a lesbian.
"I don't know." Ye Qingxin maintained a cold face, "I only know I don't want to become Young Madam Jiang. I made this clear a long time ago, and besides, you don't like me, do you?"
She's not stupid. She vaguely senses that there's someone in his heart. All these years, he's just been toying around, his heart remained unmoved—
Jiang Yixiu became increasingly interested in the woman before him, "Miss Ye, you're overthinking. I'm just asking you to do me a favor and trick my mother so she stops pushing me to get married. Understand?"
