“What nonsense! If Su Wanwan doesn’t want him, then neither do I, Mu Qingge!”
The moment she said this, everyone gathered outside the prime minister’s residence turned to stone.
At the gates stood Mu Qingge in red. She was bright and beautiful, her brows radiating an unrestrained boldness.
She looked proudly at Su Wanwan, who stood opposite her in white, elegant and ethereal.
Su Wanwan furrowed her brows slightly and pressed a hand to her forehead, silently lamenting:
Mu Qingge really was impossible to deal with!
On the very day Su Wanwan had transmigrated here, she had rejected the proposal for an alliance by marriage from the Marquis of Yongning’s household.
She never expected that, in the blink of an eye, the beloved daughter of General Mu would show up at the prime minister’s gates to make a scene.
With no other choice, Su Wanwan had to go out and face her.
But the moment she reached the gate, she heard Mu Qingge say those words.
Look, everyone has freedom of speech, but that doesn’t mean she gets to be this free with it!
Su Wanwan looked Mu Qingge up and down.
After a long moment, she drawled,
“If you don’t want him, there’s even less chance I’ll want him.”
The young heir whom Mu Qingge had dragged along turned bright red with rage. The veins on his forehead bulged as he roared furiously:
“Shut up! Both of you, shut up! You dare look down on me? I’m the one who wouldn’t want either of you!”
At that, Mu Qingge and Su Wanwan exchanged a glance, then turned around in perfect unison.
Their eyes landed together on the heir of the Marquis of Yongning’s household, fuming nearby.
Mu Qingge’s lips curled into a faint, mocking smile. Without hesitation, she spoke first:
“Well, isn’t that perfect? We don’t just dislike you, we really can’t stand you. You could say the feeling’s mutual.”
Love these two pairs!