Cui Jiangjing, standing by and enjoying the drama, couldn't resist stirring the pot, "Judging by the frequency of calls and messages, I'd wager that Little Yan Rong's anger level is five stars, nearing explosion. You better brace yourself. On this day next year, I'll light incense for you to commemorate just how quickly you ended up six feet under after your first relationship, you poor fool!"
Li Shengxiao glanced at him coldly and smirked, "You managed to win over Gu Linxi?"
Cui Jiangjing, "..."
"Not yet?"
"..."
"Well, at least I'm married. You should probably light incense for yourself first!"
"Damn it!" Cui Jiangjing sprang up from where he was leaning against the wall, his face red with embarrassment and frustration. "Is it such a big deal to find a woman and get married? It's no big deal! If I wanted to get hitched, there'd be women lining up from Kangfei's doorstep all the way to mine. I'm just not interested, okay!"
Getting married—what's there to be so smug about?
