"Jing Qi, why are you asking that?" Jie Jingchen's guard went up as he looked at Jie Jingshan.
"N-Nothing." Jie Jingshan's gaze darted away. She didn't dare to look Jie Jingchen in the eye, afraid he would see right through her.
Qin Mei watched Jie Jingshan, who looked every bit a young girl with her first crush, and her heart skipped a beat.
'Oh, heavens! It can't be what I'm thinking, can it? Jie Jingshan is only fourteen, and Qin Xiang is twenty-five. He's a full eleven years older than her. I must just have a dirty mind and be overthinking things.'
'Jie Jingshan's feelings for Qin Xiang are just admiration—the way a younger sister admires an older brother. It couldn't possibly be...'
Qin Mei shook her head abruptly, forcing herself to stop. 'Stop. I can't think about this anymore.'
Jie Jingchen stared coldly at Jing Qi, his eyes devoid of mercy. His tone was unreadable. "The child bride story is true."
