Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio
Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
Ji Anan was astonished. She swallowed hard and said, “People of your size don’t interest me.”
“You know my size?” His cerulean eyes narrowed, then gleamed with complacency.
“I’ve seen it, touched it, played with it, and used it…” She gritted her teeth. “But things are always best at their newest and no longer hold the same level of intrigue after the first time.”
Beiming Yechen clapped his hands in astonishment. “Little country bumpkin, do you have any idea who you’re talking to?”
Ji Anan struggled to free herself and kicked at his legs. “Hurry up and bring me home!”
Beiming Yechen winced in pain and grabbed his legs. “Ouch, that hurt!”
Beiming Shaoxi coldly said, “Stubborn woman like you are my least favorite type.”
Three years ago, he had held her in his arms lovingly as he declared that he had fallen for her at first sight, saying that she was exactly his type. He forcibly kept her by his side despite not even knowing her name. However, now he was saying that she was his least favorite type? Was it really true that looks were all that mattered to men?
Ji Anan had an impassive expression on her face as she remarked, “That’s fantastic to hear, since there was once a man that didn’t like me… then he died.”
Beiming Shaoxi pinched her jaw. “You have a sharp tongue.”
Lifting her face up haughtily, Ji Anan replied, “You have the face of a baboon.”
Beiming Yechen chuckled. She was the only woman that had ever dared to talk back to his brother like this. “You two are made for each other. No wonder my grandfather wanted you two to get married.”
“As if you guys are the only ones with a grandfather! My grandfather is opposed to our marriage!”
“Your grandfather?” Beiming Shaoxi frowned. According to the file on her family background, her grandfather had already passed away.
Ji Anan said coldly, “It’s such a sad story. My grandfather passed away when I was still very young… My heart truly aches for him.”
Beiming Yechen burst out laughing. “Well then, how can that old man oppose the marriage if he’s dead?”
“I just know intuitively that he disliked men that look like baboons and are… small… in that regard.”
Ji Anan’s merciless provocations were merely intended to make him lose interest and let her go home.
Suddenly, her arms were grasped by a large hand before she was dragged away.
Beiming Shaoxi’s eyes gleamed with fury. This time, she had finally struck a nerve, and he was truly enraged!
Now, he no longer felt that she was eerily similar to the “stray cat” that had wandered away from him three years ago, even though her personality was reminiscent of hers. She had successfully captured his attention, and he was now deeply fascinated by her!
If it weren’t for her face, he might have even suspected that they were the same person.