There's a saying: good women dread persistent men. Si Mingjing said no more, turned, and pressed the doorbell.
After entering the house, she bumped into Old Master Su's daughter-in-law, Qin Yinan, in the living room.
Qin Yinan seemed to have just woken up. Her hair was not yet meticulously styled, and she was casually dressed in a wool sweater and a hip-hugging skirt. At over forty, the woman radiated mature elegance and nobility. Although she had given birth to three sons, the years had barely left a mark on her face.
"Good morning, Mrs. Su," Si Mingjing greeted her politely.
Qin Yinan gave a reserved nod.
Qin Yinan didn't dislike Si Mingjing, but Old Master Su had returned home last night and once again brought up his son marrying Si Mingjing.
Qin Yinan could treat Si Mingjing hospitably as a guest, but the thought of accepting her as a daughter-in-law was unappealing.
