Wasn't the woman sitting in front of him the very same one from Hua Chun House?
Black hair, almond eyes, delicate and lovely features—she was pretty, all right, but what a pity she had a mouth.
"Of course it's me!"
Pei Xiangyun glared at Zhao Huai, her cheeks puffed out in anger.
Now she understood.
So that hateful fellow from before was her brother-in-law! Zhao Huai shifted his gaze toward Yu Qinghan, the question in his eyes plain to see.
Yu Qinghan smiled as she introduced her. "Husband, let me introduce someone. This is my sister, Pei Xiangyun. We are not related by blood, but I raised her from childhood. She is three years younger than me and just turned twenty this year."
"Sisters? So, best friends?"
"Best friends? What are best friends?"
Yu Qinghan asked in confusion.
"Oh, it's normal that you do not know. That is what people in my hometown call close friends in the inner chambers," Zhao Huai explained with a smile.
"Mm, then that is about right."
Yu Qinghan nodded and slowly said, "She is my uncle's daughter. She originally belonged to an Aristocratic Clan in the capital, but later moved out. She may be staying with us for a while."
"From what Husband said earlier, it seemed you two had already met?"
"We did meet, in the bustling market." As Zhao Huai spoke, he narrowed his eyes at the young woman before him, who was glaring at him with almond eyes and pouting. Raising a brow, he asked,
"Why do you keep staring at me?"
Pei Xiangyun crossed her arms and pouted. "Shouldn't you explain why you treated me like that at Hua Chun House?"
Then, as though she had found someone to lean on, she immediately turned to complain. "Sister, let me tell