Zhao Linchuan's thoughts raced, but his expression remained open and clear. He clasped her hand in return and said earnestly:
"My lady, you're mistaken."
"If someone is always concerned with how others see them, then for their entire life, their joys and sorrows will be swayed and constrained by the eyes of the outside world."
Seeing her beautiful eyes widen slightly, he continued:
"Because deep in your subconscious, you're constantly 'thinking' and 'telling' yourself, 'He must think I looked so pathetic back then,' 'Does he look down on me?' 'Did he save me with some ulterior motive?'"
He gave an example. "Like right now, you're probably thinking, 'Look at him, spouting grand principles again,' 'He's definitely just covering something up,' 'This guy's nothing but a lecherous pervert who lusts after pretty women. Why pretend to be a gentleman?'... Am I right?"
His words struck Yan Lingji right to the heart. Her eyes flickered, and she instinctively wanted to argue, but for a moment, she couldn't find the words.
Because what Zhao Linchuan had said was surprisingly close to some of the thoughts that had just crossed her mind.
"Am I wrong?"
Yan Lingji was no ordinary woman. After a brief pause, she swiftly took back the initiative.
Not only was she unconvinced, she seized the opportunity to turn the tables. With her free hand, she lightly lifted Zhao Linchuan's chin, her gesture teasing and alluring.
A wicked smile curved her red lips. Her eyes glimmered with endless charm. "If you really aren't a lecherous pervert, why do you keep so many gorgeous women hidden at home?"
"Hmm? My esteemed Patriarch Zhao?"
As she spoke, two pink flames lit in her eyes. She leaned closer until their noses were almost touching and said, perfectly serious:
"So I've made up my mind."