Su Qiao propped herself up against the table with one hand and shot him a sidelong glance, ignoring him.
She was afraid that if she lost control, she would punch him in the face and ruin the only part of him that was still somewhat pleasing to the eye.
Ye Shaoxuan's temper came quickly and went just as quickly.
"You really are Su Lian Yue, the adopted daughter the Su family sent over?"
News had come that the Su family's adopted daughter was timid and weak-willed, nothing like the audacious woman before him.
He suspected she had been switched with someone else along the way.
Since she had already revealed her true nature yesterday, Su Qiao could no longer be bothered to pretend. She rolled her eyes. "If you don't believe me, go investigate. It's not like I'm stopping you."
"I don't have any backing, but more than one fortune-teller once said I wouldn't live past eighteen. Sooner or later, death is still death. Besides, I'm not far from dying anyway."
Su Qiao spun her nonsense without batting an eye.
Although Ye Shaoxuan was half-convinced, he still found those words rather unpleasant and instinctively retorted, "Can you believe what fortune-tellers say?"
He looked her frail body up and down. "You really are foolish."
Su Qiao continued to make things up. "One person saying it could be dismissed, but what about two or three? Can you still refuse to believe it?"
"Besides, I've been in poor health since I was little. I'm always taking medicine. What's so strange about me not living past eighteen?"
Host, are you trying to act weak and gain sympathy? I think this approach is pretty good. If you acted a little more delicate and affected, and perhaps acted coquettish, it would be even better.
The Great