Three years had passed, and Huo Jingtang, who was nearly thirty at the time, had turned thirty-three, indeed becoming an older bachelor. Adding to that, he completely stayed away from women, with absolutely no scandals—if not for the existence of his son, Lele.
Huo Jingtang spoke with a grievance-laden tone, like a little wife suffering great injustice, almost as though Qin Yucen was to blame for him becoming an older bachelor.
Qin Yucen looked up at his face, half-lit in the light, "That's not bad either. A thirty-year-old man is like a fine product, handsome and mature, fatally attractive."
"You flatter me. In the past three years, I've been completely overlooked," Huo Jingtang said, acting as if he had preserved his purity just for her over the years.
Qin Yucen lifted her hand to cover her lips, the laughter in her eyes totally belying her disbelief in his words: "Why?"
"Because I am too boring," Huo Jingtang said with utmost seriousness.
