So that was you?
What did that mean?
Chen Changan looked at Su Yihuan in confusion. He had a feeling that something was off about her gaze after she learned who he was.
"Allow me to introduce myself again. I'm Su Yihuan, daughter of Su Jianli."
"Yeah, I know. There's no need to introduce yourself again, is there?"
"And I... am your fiancée."
"You're my fiancé."
What?
A fiancée had suddenly appeared out of nowhere?
"Um, I'd like to ask: when was this decided?"
"How did I suddenly end up with a fiancée?" Chen Changan asked with a frown.
"It's a long story. This was settled a long, long time ago—ten thousand years, in fact."
"Don't tell me this is one of those betrothals made before birth. How old are you now?"
"You're overthinking it. There was no betrothal made before birth, and I'm not that old. I'm only in my forties."
"Besides, for cultivators, someone in their forties is very young."
Chen Changan cut her off. "If there was no betrothal made before birth, and you're still so young, where did this engagement come from?"
"My parents have been gone from the True Realm for ages. You do know that, don't you?"
"Even if you're going to lie to me, couldn't you come up with a better excuse?"
Lie?
At those words, Su Yihuan's face flushed with anger. Chen Changan's words had clearly upset her.
"Do you think I wanted to accept this marriage?"
"It's all because of your unreliable father and mine that you and I got stuck holding the bag."
"Chen Changan, do you really have no idea what your situation is?"
"It's been ten thousand years since your mother gave birth to you."
"Though I don't know what happened in between, you have to admit you're