Who Was More Beautiful: Ye Sijin or Su Mei?

Qin Yanan didn't expect Liu Chang'an to have already prepared. Girls probably all have this kind of mentality. "I don't want to marry you, but if you have feelings for me, that's fine too."

Just like many couples when they argue, when the girl is in a dominant position, she often likes to say "let's break up"... In fact, she doesn't really want to break up, but she likes to see the boy begging and apologizing. If they really break up, it would be best if the boy still can't forget her.

In short, prioritizing one's own emotions is a very common problem among girls, and it needs to be addressed.

Qin Yanan's initial resentment quickly dissipated; it was merely a subconscious reaction. In fact, the seven-year age gap meant that, once Qin Yanan learned of this, she no longer considered their relationship to have anything to do with romantic intimacy.

She got what she asked for. Even if she only cooked him a nice meal every now and then, it was worth it. Qin Yanan felt quite accomplished that her cooking skills were appreciated, as she didn't usually have many opportunities to showcase her culinary skills.

After reviewing the text, it was written in the tone of Liu Chang'an's great-grandfather, refusing Qin Peng's offer. The words were concise and to the point, without much formality. What impressed Qin Yanan most was that, despite his advanced age, the old man's brushstrokes remained fluid and controlled, naturally moving between strength and elegance, without a single lapse in control or restraint. At such an advanced age, with such skill, he did not seek fame or fortune. He truly deserved to be called a hero of the older generation, and his magnanimity and character were awe-inspiring, leaving later generations in awe and filled with admiration.

"What are you reminiscing about?" Liu Chang'an asked with a smile, recalling the time he taught a little girl to write when he saw her expression.

"Even contemporary masters of calligraphy would feel ashamed and severely discouraged upon seeing such a masterpiece." Qin Yanan rolled up the letter and carefully held it in her hand. These words were not only exquisite works of art, but also related to the severing of her marriage.

"They're just kids who've only been practicing for a few decades, it's unfair to compare them. They've already written very well," Liu Chang'an said realistically. In calligraphy, apart from exceptional talent, every little improvement comes from perseverance and consistent, year-round practice. There are no shortcuts.

How many people nowadays would practice calligraphy diligently for eight hours a day, from morning till night, for decades without fail? This art form has also lost some of its former vitality and appeal.

"That's true, the old gentleman has over a hundred years of experience." Qin Yanan nodded in understanding. Her great-grandfather's generation all started practicing calligraphy as soon as they learned to read, which was over a hundred years ago.

"I haven't practiced in a long time either. I thought I'd just send a text message to your great-grandfather, but he's the kind of person who doesn't even have a phone number. How old-fashioned." Liu Chang'an shook his head.

This was the first time Qin Yanan had heard someone describe Qin Peng as "old-fashioned." She was too lazy to get angry; it was harmless for younger generations to talk about their elders' shortcomings. She chuckled softly. Even if her great-grandfather had a cell phone, how many people could easily bother him?

"By the way, how's your handwriting? How good is it now?" Qin Yanan waved the letter in her hand.

"You're more than qualified to be my teacher, would you like me to teach you calligraphy?"

Qin Yanan really wanted to improve her calligraphy skills, but she also knew that having a good teacher wasn't enough. The key was that she herself had the determination to invest the time and effort. Another point was... she also thought that Liu Chang'an's calligraphy skills were at least better than hers, but Qin Yanan was a little embarrassed to learn calligraphy from her younger cousin who was seven years younger than her.

Liu Chang'an was just saying that casually, after all, Qin Yanan was quite old now, no longer the little girl he had once held in his arms and taught by hand.

"I'll assume you're willing to teach. I'll ask you to be my teacher when I have time." Qin Yanan remembered something more important, "I have a friend, a very lovely girl, about your age. Would you like me to introduce you?"

"Not interested."

"You're so cold."

"Are you prettier than me?"

Qin Yanan thought for a moment, "She said she's the most beautiful woman in the world, and I'm the second most beautiful."

After speaking, Qin Yanan revealed a hint of shyness, which was of course used to cover up her slight pride. If she were to be proud of being the second most beautiful woman in the world without any shyness, that would be too shameless. Qin Yanan did not have the unparalleled confidence of Zhu Juntang... she didn't know where it came from.

"Wait a minute, I think An Nuan the prettiest girl in the world. You two move back a bit." Liu Chang'an laughed.

Qin Yanan was naturally unconvinced, but she had to admit that An Nuan was, after all, a girl in school. Men are always particularly fond of girls in school, who seem to resemble the ideal first love in their fantasies. This kind of attraction is no less than the Xishi of "beauty is in the eye of the beholder".

An Nuan has a double halo around her.

"Then do you know who is the most beautiful person throughout history?" Liu Chang'an asked Qin Yanan, who had suppressed her rebuttal.

"Xishi?"

"Xishi's face was somewhat thin and showed signs of sorrow." Liu Chang'an shook his head.

"Hepburn?"

"She embodies so many dreamlike qualities, representing the very ideals that men fantasize about."

Qin Yanan disagreed with Liu Chang'an's assessment. "Your 'most beautiful in the world An Nuan, isn't that still just your fantasy?"

"Who else could it be? Marilyn Monroe... She's too sexy." Qin Yanan looked down at her chest, then held up the letter to cover it.

"Ye Sijin," Liu Chang'an said, looking at Qin Yanan. Of course, he hadn't really made an objective evaluation. It was just that the other beautiful and alluring women had long since vanished into the dust, leaving no trace of their true appearance in the world. The impressions in Liu Chang'an's mind had also become blurred. Only Ye Sijin was the most beautiful woman in his memory.

Qin Yanan was indeed surprised by this answer. Just as ordinary people don't care whether their parents are good-looking or not, Qin Yanan's impression of Ye Sijin was more like that of a flawless goddess. How could she be compared to the beauty of an ordinary woman?

"That's your great-grandfather's answer, isn't it?" Qin Yanan's lips curled slightly as she lowered her voice, revealing the look of someone gossiping about their elders behind their backs. "Then ask him again, who's more beautiful Ye Sijin or Su Mei?"

Qin Yanan immediately realized that Liu Chang'an also knew about Su Mei.

Because Liu Chang'an was holding a greasy chicken leg, the skin peeled off to reveal the tender, silky meat inside, smooth and fragrant, he stopped eating it.

The chicken leg fell into the bowl, smashing the small bowl which spun around a few times, wobbling precariously, and a few drops of soup splashed onto his leg.

His eyes remained fixed, like a robot with a soul in a movie that had suddenly malfunctioned, all emotion contracting within his black pupils.

Of course, his expression itself was a strange emotion, difficult for others to understand.

Who is more beautiful, Ye Sijin or me?

"You went to support Zhou Xuan again?"

"Ruan Lingyu's new movie has been released, you should go see it, right?"

"Heh, the Su Family shouldn't have invested in Butterfly's film in the first place!"

"I'm going to buy all the karaoke bars in the Central Sea and only let ugly singers perform on stage. Let's see where you can go then!"

"I know men's words in bed are unreliable, but even if you just coax me a little, I'll be happy. So let me ask you: between me and Ye Sijin, who is more attractive?"

Liu Chang'an glanced at Qin Yanan, picked up the chicken leg, and started gnawing on it without saying a word. Why would anyone ask him that question?