'Why am I suddenly thinking about these things? Is it some lingering effect of that talk with my father-in-law?' Shen Weimin's hand, holding a piece of food, froze on its way to his mouth.
Letting out a quiet sigh, Xu Changqing frowned and rolled up her sleeves. She pushed her cup aside, lifted the wine jug with both hands, and took a long, deep swig. "That hits the spot!"
'Well, this is a rare sight. A once-in-a-century, historic moment.' Shen Weimin's mouth twitched. "You've already had two cups," he reminded her.
"Don't worry, my liver is great."
'Right. And I suppose my liver is shot. I can't count. It's been far more than two cups, my dear. Your little face is already flushed pink. No matter how tough you act, you're no man.'
"It also shows in other ways... like, when it comes to you, I'm a total hypocrite. On the surface, I want you to find someone, but deep down, I can't help but want to hold you back."
'You knew?'
