Fiancée's Seven-Year Itch

The moment the hot pot tipped over, Xu Yingying immediately rushed over to protect the male assistant in her arms. Half of my body was soaked with heat, and I was curled up and shaking in pain. But Xu Yingying was only nervous about the two blisters on the male assistant's hands, and didn't even give me half an eye. After arriving at the hospital, the male assistant kicked me out of the clinic because he disliked the hot pot smell on my body. "An Yi's skin is too soft to leave scars because of two blisters. He cares about his image so much. He will be sad." "He is a big boy who has just graduated. Naturally, he can't compare with you. You should let him go this time." "You should know that I like reasonable men best. If there is such a thing, how can I safely marry you." Xu Yingying has been saying this kind of PUA statement for four years, and the calluses in her ears have peeled off layer after layer. I sneered and walked out. Does she really think that I have no one else to marry besides her in this life?