"Bu Ke, don't say things like that next time. If it's true, I'll listen, but if it's just speculation, forget about it, it's quite hurtful." Yan Shi put down his chopsticks and said seriously to Bu Ke.

"Okay, I won't say anymore," Bu Ke replied, his face buried in the bowl.

"Let's eat first," Bu Qing said, trying to smooth things over.

"I'll pretend I didn't hear what you just said, let's just let this go." Yan Shi put a piece of potato in Bu Ke's bowl.

"Mmm." Bu Ke didn't look up, and her voice still sounded like she was about to cry.

"We've finished eating, so we'll head back now." Yan Shi stood up, and Zhuang Zhao immediately followed.

Bu Qing got up to see the two out, and just as she closed the door, she heard a sudden burst of crying behind her.

For some reason, Bu Qing found it inexplicably funny. What was this? Was he asking for trouble? Did he bring it on himself? Did he shoot himself in the foot?

I've told her not to mention Zhuang Zhao too much, but she just won't listen.

"You're still laughing? I've already been scolded by my sister, and you're still laughing."

"I didn't laugh."

“I heard everything.”

"You must have misheard. Keep eating, no one should be full."

"Why should my sister protect him? Why should he be protected by my sister?"

"Is it to your liking? Don't you think you and Zhuang Zhao are a bit alike?"

"How is it similar? It's not similar at all!"

"None of them are kind people. They all like to stick to Yan Shi to assert their dominance and they all reject others from getting close to Yan Shi. Is Yan Shi catnip? He attracts cats so much."

Bu Ke fell silent.

"So does this mean that like sexes repel each other?"

"Who knows?"

"Brother, don't you like Sister Yan Shi? I mean, the kind of girl who makes your heart flutter."

"I don't think so. It's just a simple feeling of liking, like with Zhuang Zhao, it's just a simple feeling of dislike."

"Oh, I see now. So what kind do you like?"

"I'm not in a hurry, why are you?"

"I want more people to treat me well, so anyone who doesn't like me absolutely cannot become my sister-in-law."

"Of course, someone I don't like won't become my brother-in-law." Bu Qing reached out and patted Bu Ke on the head.

"That's a fallacy of logic. It should be that someone who doesn't like you can't become your brother-in-law."