To get the box her grandmother left behind, Lu Qingge is sold by Bai Xue to the Ji family as a good-luck bride.
Then one cup of water from Old Madam Ji seals her fate with Ji Lingyi.
When the old lady sees that Lu Qingge is standing there without taking it, she quickly adds, “Qingge, don’t look down on him. The boy’s a bit bad-tempered and cold, but he’s not a bad person at heart. If you teach him properly, he’ll still listen to you. He really will.”
Even the old lady sounds a little unsure of herself.
Lu Qingge watches her earnestly trying to sell her grandson and can’t help laughing and crying at once.
Just then, a deep, slightly husky male voice, unmistakably displeased, comes from the top of the stairs. “You look down on me?”
At some point, Ji Lingyi has come downstairs. He’s wearing loose loungewear, his hair still a little damp, clearly fresh from a shower.
He strides over, his eyes settling on Lu Qingge’s face.
Lu Qingge looks up and meets his gaze, blinking without the slightest hesitation. Her eyes make her meaning perfectly clear: Yes, she looks down on him. What about it?
Ji Lingyi’s face darkens at once.
He takes the heavy tray from Nanny Liu and shoves it into Lu Qingge’s arms. “Hold this. You’re not allowed to look down on me.”
