So the matter of Qin Mu bringing a male wife home for the New Year was quietly dropped. The whole family sat steadily in the main hall, waiting for the auspicious hour. Old Master Qin led the Qin Family men to open the ancestral hall and worship their ancestors.
Cheng Lang and several other young female relatives remained seated in the main hall. The girls exchanged meaningful looks, then finally could not resist coming over to strike up a conversation.
"You're the boss of Forest Style Milk Tea, the one who performs crosstalk, right? We've all heard of you." A round-faced, bright-eyed girl leaned over with a smile. "I'm one of your fans!"
"How could you possibly like someone like Eldest Cousin?" Another girl with a high ponytail, who looked especially lively, curled her lip. "He's aloof and rigid. He can go a whole day without saying a word."
"He's handsome, has a good personality, and he's rich," Cheng Lang replied with a smile.
"He has a good personality?" Another girl widened her eyes incredulously at Cheng Lang's words and looked at him with obvious suspicion. She clearly thought Cheng Lang was not being honest. They agreed that Qin Mu was handsome and wealthy, but as for saying he had a good personality—if Qin Mu had a good personality, then were there even any bad-tempered people left in the world?
At that thought, the girls could not help picturing Qin Mu's perpetually frosty expression and his tone of voice, cold enough to freeze ice shards.
They were deeply moved that someone like Cheng Lang existed in this world—someone so blinded by love that he would tell such blatant lies with his eyes open.
Seeing everyone clicking their tongues in amazement and sighing with feeling, Cheng Lang merely smiled and offered