"Don't want to make things difficult for you!"
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Qiao Yi sat in Mu Yichen's office for half an hour the next day. Mu Yichen watched him remain silent and didn't rush him, quietly looking through files until Qiao Yi suddenly spoke up after half an hour: "Yichen, shouldn't I be getting married now?"
Mu Yichen lifted his eyes but didn't say a word, though his dark eyes were full of questions.
Qiao Yi felt like his gaze was a black hole ready to suck him in, and hurriedly explained: "I just feel like I'm at the right age for marriage. My parents keep urging me, and Xi Meng seems quite suitable to be a wife, don't you think?"
Qiao Yi was visibly nervous, although he tried hard to suppress his tension while speaking.
"Xi Meng is indeed the perfect choice as a wife, but you're not exactly the best choice as a husband."
Mu Yichen hesitantly mentioned this, glanced at him, then lowered his eyes to continue looking at his files.
Qiao Yi...
