On the day Ji Linyuan got engaged to someone else, Zhou Xianyu cried and secretly hid in the stairwell wiping his tears.
A playful chuckle sounded behind him, and at some point, Mr. Ji chased after him.
"A young lady from a century-old family will be rude and cry in front of someone?"
These words were harsh to the ear, and they were clearly meant to be ridiculing.
Miss Zhou turned away, choked with sobs, but said seriously: "Not in front of others."
Even now, I still don't forget to scold him for not being a human being.
Mr. Ji shook his head and laughed: "Then tell me, why are you crying? My engagement party was at my house, why did Miss Zhou cry?"
"I'm not crying, there's sand in my eyes." Miss Zhou was awkward, and her white fingertips scratched the corners of her eyes.
Still trying to save face, Mr. Ji had a smile in his eyes, squatted down with a serious expression, and pinched Miss Zhou's chin with his well-joined fingers: "Let me see where the sand is."
Mr. Ji's eyes were affectionate and seemed serious.
Miss Zhou was stunned for a moment, then pushed his hand away and turned her body aside: "You don't have to look."
Mr. Ji looked at his empty fingers and smiled: "Miss Zhou was dishonest and didn't tell the truth. Should I say for Miss Zhou that if you cried when you saw me getting engaged, you probably fell in love with me?"
"No." Miss Zhou retorted subconsciously, and then muttered, "Stop being so sentimental."
Mr. Ji chuckled: "Is it so difficult to admit that you like me?" After saying that, Mr. Ji leaned over his weak shoulders, looked directly into Miss Zhou's eyes, and said in a Hong Kong accent, "What if I like you too?"
Intent: The profound influence of traditional thought and culture on family development