"I just fell for a dancer. I like her. I like her, and I'm going to marry her, marry her, and stay with her forever."
When Chu Yihan had given Su Qiao gifts, he had never considered any of this.
He had simply liked watching her, listening to her sing, and seeing the way she commanded the entire stage when she danced. He liked the way she kept her little face cold, as though warning everyone to keep their distance.
So, following his own habits and preferences, he had chosen gifts for her, hoping to win her attention.
But now, he suddenly felt that marrying her would not be bad either.
Perhaps life would not be so boring if he were with her.
When Marshal Chu had said earlier that he wanted to marry a dancer, he had only been venting his anger. But now that he heard Chu Yihan admit it himself, the small flame in his heart instantly erupted.
He swept the cup off the table, sending it crashing to the floor. "You little bastard, are you deliberately going against me? If you don't want to stay in this house, then get out! Don't dirty my eyes!"
"Fine, I'll leave!"
Chu Yihan suddenly felt that staying in this house was not nearly as good as staying beneath the house of that aloof Little Blind One.
He grabbed his clothes, ran down the stairs in three strides, and charged straight out the main door.
Marshal Chu was so furious that his blood pressure shot up. He pointed at him for a long time before managing to speak. "You... If you walk out that door today, don't ever think about setting foot back inside!"
Chu Yihan stopped in his tracks. His hand clenched tightly at his side. Then, after taking