People shouldn't—at least, they really shouldn't—fall in love with someone working an illegal job!
Even worse, they shouldn't fall in love with the illegal-job boss while working that job!
From any angle, this fact was explosive.
Cui Zhi rubbed his forehead. He had spent the time it took to burn an incense stick without figuring out what that meat bun had been thinking. If a dog snatched a meat bun, that was the dog's fault; the bun was innocent. But if the meat bun willingly followed the dog and didn't mind being eaten, then both the dog and the meat bun deserved a beating!
"Did you find out exactly what happened?"
Cui Zhi didn't care whether a subordinate stayed or left. People climbed toward high places, while water flowed toward low places—such was human nature. But he couldn't help caring when the other party left for no apparent reason. How had the Cui clan mistreated him?
His trusted aide said, "I asked, but couldn't find out."
Communication between the two sides was inconvenient. That meat bun had merely played a little taijiquan, and one delaying tactic was enough to wear down anyone's patience. The other party hadn't explicitly said he was abandoning the Cui clan. He had only said that he was going to pledge allegiance to Second Young Master Cui Mi.
Cui Xiong had already been betrothed, and he might marry within two or three years. According to aristocratic family customs, once a male member of the family married, separation of the household would not be far off. The brothers would each lead their own lives, and they rarely continued living together—it wasn't as though they were poor families without the means to prepare a new residence for the newlyweds.
The meat bun's choice to take Cui Mi's side