"Miss Su need not harbor such great resentment."
"Didn't I give you three days to consider it? Since you were unwilling, you could simply have refused."
"It was something both sides consented to, yet you make it sound as though I forced you." Jiang Lan spoke leisurely.
Su Qinghan fixed her clear eyes on him, as though trying to determine whether his skin had always been so thick.
"Doesn't Young Master Jiang's conscience hurt when you say such things?"
Only after a moment did she ask that softly.
"Conscience?"
"If I had no conscience, would Miss Su still be standing here so completely unharmed?"
Jiang Lan merely smiled casually. His gaze swept across the thin, mist-like dress she wore as he said, "Coming to see someone in this attire in the middle of the night—if anything, Miss Su is the one harboring ulterior motives."
"A beauty throwing herself into my arms—are you testing my self-control, or my character?"
Su Qinghan said, "Qinghan naturally believes in Young Master Jiang's character."
Though she said so, she also knew that character was merely a judgment she stubbornly clung to.
Jiang Lan had never claimed to be a good person. If he chose to act wantonly, she seemingly could only resign herself to misfortune.
Yet she still believed in her own judgment. He could endure years of heart-devouring pain without ever harming innocents. Even if he was bad, he could not be bad beyond all measure.
"Character?"
Jiang Lan suddenly gave a derisive laugh and looked at her with great interest. "With beauty right before me, Miss Su wants to discuss character instead. How interesting."
Su Qinghan said calmly, "Qinghan believes in Young Master Jiang."
"Then I can only say that Miss Su has placed her trust in the wrong person..." Jiang Lan shook