“I know what you want to ask. You’re making things difficult for me.”

Long Chen sighed apologetically, disappointing Beitang Rushuang. Before she could say anything, he continued.

“To tell the truth, your looks, talent, and experience are definitely better than mine. But my heart has already been taken, and I simply cannot marry you.”

Long Chen’s sad and regretful expression made Nangong Zuiyue smile, while Beitang Rushuang was first startled, and then her expression grew increasingly odd.

“Long Chen, can you not be so narcissistic? I, Beitang Rushuang, have seen countless amazing figures. I’m not lacking suitors to the point that I need to marry you!” Beitang Rushuang was scornful.

“Ah! So you weren’t asking for my heart? Why didn’t you say so? You scared me!” Long Chen immediately acted relieved from a great burden.

Beitang Rushuang took a deep breath. Clenching her teeth, she said, “Long Chen, count yourself lucky that you weren’t born in...