Old Miao seemed to know already and didn't get angry; instead, he said calmly, "If you refuse, then I'll have no choice but to go after your future wife. Please think it over carefully."
"What if I say no?" Nangong Jin tilted his lips into a smirk, but his expression suddenly turned vicious. "I advise you to think carefully. My future wife isn't someone you can afford to mess with."
"I know." Old Miao took a deep breath. "Using your name and taking a year to guard Miao Wu's tomb — you can't explain that to your wife, which is why you refuse. If it weren't for that woman, with Jin Ye's sense of loyalty, I believe you would have agreed."
"You think too highly of me." Nangong Jin crossed one leg over the other and spoke coldly, "Let me lay it out for you. First, my friendship with Miao Wu and what I've done for her over the years is more than enough, so I won't agree. Second, don't threaten me with my wife; you can't afford the consequences."
