At those words, the smile froze on Shen Xiuying's face. Her outstretched hand suddenly felt unbearably awkward; she could neither withdraw it nor leave it there. Her pretty face flushed red, then turned pale, and in the end, she could only pull her hand back in embarrassment.
"I already have a girl I like..."
Those words struck like thunder out of a clear sky, making Lin Yanqiu shudder. Even the chopsticks she had been reaching toward the food with stopped in midair.
He already had a girl he liked?!
Who?!
Lin Yanqiu secretly gritted her teeth, a stifling pressure building in her chest.
That little brat spent all day either on duty or practicing martial arts. When had he met another girl?
Was she a girl from the neighborhood? Or someone he had met at the City Guard Office?
Why hadn't she, his sister-in-law, heard so much as a whisper about it?
Logically speaking, Little Feng was eighteen or nineteen now, brimming with youthful vigor. If he had found a girl he liked, he was at just the right age to discuss marriage.
As his sister-in-law, she ought to have been happy for him, both out of affection and as a matter of duty, hoping he would soon start a family and establish himself.
Yet for some reason, hearing Little Feng say those words himself stirred an irrepressible surge of irritation and sourness in her heart.
Well, well. You've grown up and your wings have hardened, have they? Now you're even hiding the girl you like from your sister-in-law!
The more Lin Yanqiu thought about it, the worse she felt. Her mind was filled with questions about just who that "girl" was, whether she was prettier than her, and what her temper and personality were like.
The more she thought,