Ye Zhiwei was taken aback; it turned out that Ji Shuli really didn't know about this.

She had only heard about it from Bai Zhi, but since Bai Zhi claimed to be acquainted with Qin Manshu, it was highly likely that Qin Manshu had feelings for Ji Shuli. However, since Ji Shuli didn't know, Ye Zhiwei certainly couldn't interfere in other people's love lives. She gave Ji Shuli a meaningful look and then said directly, "Oh, it's nothing. I just wanted to ask if you're acquainted with this young lady. I accidentally met my father because of another victim's car accident. One of the victim's family members recently asked me for help, and then I heard that the police have already caught the perpetrator. The perpetrator is a driver hired by the Qin family who usually picks up and drops off Qin Manshu."

Ji Shuli didn't expect the topic to jump so drastically, from gossiping about his love life to the traffic accident that happened last time.

"Qin Manshu."

"Yes, it's Qin Manshu from the Qin family, do you remember her?"

Ji Shuli glanced at the scallion oil noodles in Ye Zhiwei's bowl, which was topped with plenty of shrimp. The noodles she picked up with her chopsticks looked incredibly fresh and fragrant. Just smelling them made her feel very good. Seafood-flavored noodles really do look delicious, especially the caramel-colored noodles, which should be very flavorful.

Ji Shuli sighed, “Little cousin, my memory gets really bad when I’m hungry. I can’t remember Qin Manshu from the Qin family. Sigh, I was so busy with work last night that I ate very little. But my little cousin only thought about herself and didn’t care about her cousin at all. And my future cousin-in-law doesn’t seem to have any self-awareness either. Doesn’t my future cousin deserve a bowl of his scallion oil noodles?”

Ye Zhiwei: ...

Jiang Jianian: ...

Although they came specifically for late-night snacks, thankfully they knew how to talk, and Jiang Jianian clearly didn't have any objections. Ye Zhiwei glanced at Ji Shuli and snorted, "The noodles are in the kitchen, go get them yourself."

Only then did Ji Shuli smile. She immediately went to the kitchen, and quite unkindly, after tasting it, she found it particularly delicious. Then, she somehow found a pot and ladled the rest of it over there.

Ye Zhiwei was stunned for a moment, and said incredulously, "What? I only asked you to serve me one bowl, not the whole thing!"

Ji Shuli was probably really hungry, so she buried her head in her food and ate several bites before grinning and saying, "Do you think your cousin is stealing your noodles? Your cousin is doing this for your own good. It's not good for a girl like you to eat so much in the middle of the night, especially such high-fat food that looks like it will easily make you fat. For the sake of your slim figure, you should eat less at night. You're in college now, and you're not like the girls in high school with their high metabolism. It's a very easy age to gain weight. Several girls in my class heard from others that they weighed less than 90 pounds when they first entered college, but the whole class weighed over 120 pounds..."

Ye Zhiwei never expected that Ji Shuli would have a perfectly reasonable excuse for taking her noodles. She immediately turned to Jiang Jianian to complain. Jiang Jianian pondered for a moment before saying, "Eat less at night. Eating too much is indeed bad for your stomach and makes it hard to sleep. If you like it, I'll make it again next time."

"Did you hear that? It's bad for your stomach." It was rare for Jiang Jianian to be standing with him, so Ji Shuli immediately nodded and said with a grin, "See, my brother-in-law is quite kind."

Ye Zhiwei snorted coldly, watching Ji Shuli devour a whole pot of scallion oil noodles in no time. After finishing, he said with lingering satisfaction, "I didn't expect it to be so delicious. The noodles are still so chewy even after sitting for a while. It's really good..."

Ye Zhiwei tapped Ji Shuli's pot and continued, "You haven't answered my question yet."

"You mean Qin Manshu? How should I answer that?" Ji Shuli hadn't had much contact with Qin Manshu, and after trying hard to recall, she finally said, "She's probably the kind of girl everyone admires. She's a bit of a well-behaved girl, and she studied medicine and recently joined her family's company, starting from a relatively junior management position. It seems like she's going to inherit the company. If I had to give an impression, since I haven't had much contact with her, I only vaguely remember her appearance. She's very elegant and refined, like a lady from a wealthy family? She also seems to have a very gentle personality—"

Given her personality, even the driver who frequently picks her up and drops her off at get off work would probably handle the situation fairly.

Ye Zhiwei, resting her chin on her hand, continued to ask, "So what do you think of Qin Manshu?"

"What do you mean, how is it?"

"It's based on a man's perspective, the way he looks at the opposite sex. He thinks Qin Manshu is elegant, dignified, and understanding. So she should be very popular with boys, right?"

When suddenly asked this question, Ji Shuli couldn't help but think about it. Qin Manshu was mentioned by quite a few guys in the circle. Although she was indeed beautiful, they felt that she was more suitable to be a wife.

"Well, while I do like her kind and understanding personality, her looks aren't really my type. I prefer the pure and innocent type, like a goddess with long, straight black hair, with affectionate eyes, and a tendency to be shy. She should also have a soft voice, but be independent. She should be able to be charming and talkative when I'm around, and be able to do her own thing when I'm not around. She should be opinionated and have her own small business, but not too domineering—that's the kind of person I'm looking for, like Qin Manshu..."

Ji Shuli didn't say what came next directly, but Ye Zhiwei basically guessed what Ji Shuli meant.

However, the description of her as a pure, goddess-like girl with long, straight black hair, affectionate eyes, easily shy, and soft-spoken, who could be charming and talkative in public but independent and self-reliant in private, made Ye Zhiwei increasingly suspicious. She felt something was amiss. Finally, she discovered the trick and pointed at Ji Shuli, asking directly, "Isn't your ideal type Yingying? Good heavens, good heavens, good heavens, cousin, I've warned you so many times, and you still secretly had feelings for her! Don't you even consider how old you are? How can you have such thoughts about a high school student?"

Ye Zhiwei had barely finished speaking when Ji Shuli, who was drinking soup, almost spat it out. He coughed and wiped his mouth with a tissue, shaking his head and saying, "Stop, stop, stop! Don't overthink it. I have no interest in your little sister. This girl only acts cute and charming in front of you, and occasionally calls me 'brother' thanks to you. Otherwise, she's incredibly capable. She can endure any hardship and has an exceptionally strong mentality. Her agency has praised her mental fortitude and her cleverness in handling things, and she's occasionally a little cunning. I only learned about these things from the company. Because of you, I've been paying a little attention to her. She keeps her distance from me, as far away as possible, as if... as if... she really dislikes me?"

While objectively speaking, his appearance has become more in line with his aesthetic standards as he's grown up, however—

After being relentlessly brainwashed by Ye Zhiwei from the past to the present, Ji Shuli only saw Ye Yingying as a little girl and sister, occasionally remarking that this little girl could feel inexplicably guilty as she grew up.