Su Ye did not answer immediately.
The moment Mo Yuzhen spoke those words, something dark and volatile stirred behind his calm exterior. His expression did not change, but the air around him seemed to drop several degrees.
Then he laughed.
It wasn't loud. It wasn't wild. It was the kind of laughter that carried absolute certainty, edged with mockery.
Mo Yuzhen stiffened. "What's so funny?"
Su Ye tilted his head slightly, eyes glinting with cold amusement. "You," he said plainly. "And the fact that you think you still have a chance."
Mo Yuzhen's lips pressed into a thin line. "Confidence is not arrogance," he replied coolly. "If I didn't believe I could win her over, I wouldn't be standing here."
Su Ye's smile deepened. "Win her over?" he repeated, as if tasting the words. "Mr. Mo, you speak as though this is a game."
"It is," Mo Yuzhen said without hesitation. "A fair one. Whoever Tang Xiyu chooses—"
"You've already lost," Su Ye cut in.
