Chen Yuan wanted to press the issue, hoping to find out what plan made Jiangg Yao so confident. But Jiangg Yao, tired of his pestering, just kept giving him dismissive answers.
The way they were interacting, it was as if their roles had been completely reversed. Chen Yuan was like a dissatisfied newlywed, begging for more, while Jiangg Yao was the passionless husband, shooing him away.
When she got utterly fed up, she would even give her "wife" a few warning punches.
"What's the harm in just telling me? I won't use your idea on Ningning. Am I that kind of person? I'm just genuinely curious. Why can't I think of a solution like that at all?"
"If you're not that kind of person, who is?" Jiangg Yao gave him a sidelong glance. "Of course you can't think of it. You haven't been her sister for twenty-six years. Maybe it's not too late for you to become her sister now. You wouldn't even need twenty-something years—you'd probably figure it out in ten~"
"Who can wait that long?"
