"Really? What's the problem?"
Fu Qian sounded so certain that Wen Li's eyes lit up at once.
"Anxiety disorder."
"...Mr. Fang, don't joke around!"
Wen Li's expression stiffened instantly.
"Who said I was joking?"
Fu Qian looked at her in puzzlement.
"At your age, it's perfectly normal for your elders to urge you to get married during the holidays. Are you being a little too sensitive?"
"Impossible."
Wen Li shook her head like a rattle drum, holding firmly to her judgment.
"I know my father and my aunt. This definitely isn't normal."
"They've always respected my opinions, but this time, it's almost impossible to talk to them. They're stubborn beyond belief."
"Everything was peaceful enough on the first day I got home, but right after that, we had a huge fight because I wouldn't follow my father's arrangements. I really feel like something's wrong."
A huge fight? That was easy enough to imagine.
Looking at Wen Li's pained expression, Fu Qian mused to himself.
Even Butler Brother, who was usually so mindful of propriety, had dared to bring up things like marriage arrangements before Fu Qian had even met Wen Xiuxian. In his estimation, too many people already knew about it, so there was no point keeping it secret.
"So you used me as a shield?"
"...I'm truly sorry about that."
When Fu Qian started holding her accountable, Wen Li could only smile wryly.
"My father was putting too much pressure on me. There was no way I could deal with him without using that excuse. And I wanted to bring them to Shangjing, so..."
"Hmph."
Faced with Wen Li's anxious explanation, Fu Qian snorted but didn't press the matter.
"Could it be that your aunt is planning to have another kid and is worried you'll threaten their inheritance? Maybe