Yuan Luo's voice was utterly serious, his gaze as sharp as a blade. Such a look was rare for a man whose years in business had worn away his former fierceness. The last time Yuan Qian had seen it was roughly two years ago.
"Why would you ask that?" Yuan Qian hurriedly replied, shaking her head.
Before she could explain further, Yuan Luo continued, "Of course I would think that. Have you forgotten how you suddenly told me two years ago that you liked that brat Zhao Mingyin and wanted to marry him? When I refused, you threw a fit and upset your mother so badly she spent five whole days in bed. Do you want to repeat that lesson?"
She quickly pouted and said, "Of course not. I was still little back then."
"Then explain this money to me properly. I'll deal with the lie you told me last night afterward."
"It was all thanks to Nameless. If you don't believe me, ask him yourself." Sensing that things were taking a bad turn, Yuan Qian hurriedly diverted his attention. As Yuan Luo turned to face Zeng Mu, she took to her heels and darted into the house.
"You little rascal!" Yuan Luo shouted, but it did no good. He hardly had the time to drag her out of her bedroom now.
For the next ten minutes, the two men stood there talking. When Yuan Luo asked whether he had romantic feelings for Yuan Qian, Zeng Mu's unwavering gaze and cold tone made it clear that he truly had no interest in winning her heart. Reassured, Yuan Luo turned the conversation toward gratitude and repayment, summoning a servant to prepare a proper reception.
"You're too kind. Since I gave Miss Yuan Qian my word, I naturally had to do everything