Chen Shujing saw the suspicion in Xue Xingyao's eyes and awkwardly rubbed his nose.
"Miss Xue Er, may I have a word with you in private?"
His eyes were gentle, his words and actions refined and courteous—completely different from the temperamental Pei Yan.
Xue Xingyao bit her lip, deciding to hear what Chen Shujing had to say.
'If this man is cut from the same cloth as Pei Yan, then I'll just forget about this marriage arrangement.'
After all, they weren't formally engaged yet, so it would be easy to resolve.
Xue Xingyao told Mei Wanying to wait for her, saying she'd be back soon.
But this left Mei Wanying and Pei Yan alone in the private room.
Mei Wanying felt uncomfortable. She picked up a porcelain cup and pretended to drink, using it as a way to avoid talking to the man.
As the liquid entered her mouth, Mei Wanying thought, 'This fruit drink is quite fragrant.'
Pei Yan opened his mouth, but it was too late to stop her.
