Wang Yue hadn't expected his little sister to have these feelings. But then he remembered that they weren't related by blood, and He Jiali was different from his other younger sisters: she had personally pulled him out of the river. His other sisters could treat him like their biological older brother, since he'd grown up looking after them. But He Jiali couldn't!
When He Jiali had saved Wang Yue, she'd already been over eight years old. Only seven or eight years had passed since then, so she remembered it all—and remembered it clearly.
When she was younger, it might not have meant anything. But as she grew up and reached that age, it was only natural that she would start considering certain things.
Whatever her reasons, Wang Yue couldn't ignore the feelings of the girl who had saved his life.
If He Jiali didn't like him, Wang Yue would simply look after her like a younger sister. But now that she'd shown she liked him, he couldn't just disregard it.
Still, to keep He Jiali from regretting it someday, Wang Yue smiled and said to He Changsheng,
"Dad, Jiali's still pretty young. It's too early to talk about marriage.
"For now, I'll move my household registration out of our family's and register it here at the farm.
"Once a few years have passed and Jiali is old enough, if she still feels the same way, I'll become your son-in-law. If not, I'll still be your son.
"That way, we'll have a few years to adjust, and it won't seem so sudden. I won't give people a reason to gossip."
He Changsheng listened, thought it over, and decided it was a very sensible arrangement. He couldn't help sighing, "Jiabao's all grown up. He handles things even more sensibly than I do."