"I know you might mind. I used to like things about my brother, but that was in the past."

Song Yiyi was not unaware of Cen Yue's abnormal behavior.

Especially in recent times.

Cen Yue always seemed to care about her relationship with Gu Chengze.

Even when Gu Chengze touched her head, Cen Yue was so bothered that she would rather let him touch her.

There is always some sincerity mixed in with jokes.

Plus a few things I wanted to say but didn't say in the end.

Song Yiyi had good reasons to doubt.

Cen Yue is possessive of her.

As for what kind of feeling this possessiveness is, she couldn't explain it clearly.

Maybe it's the instinct of male creatures, or maybe there's an element of liking for it.

Cen Yue stood not far away and raised his eyes to meet hers.

Song Yiyi's eyes were like dots of lacquer, and Qi Qi looked over at her, her fair little face full of seriousness.

Cen Yue's pupils sank slightly, and instead of answering, he asked, "What about now?"

Song Yiyi took in his reaction, walked towards him, and said word by word: "What now? I don't understand."

Of course she understood.

Song Yiyi was somewhat surprised.

She thought Cen Yue was just like her, viewing this marriage as a transaction.

Now it seems that maybe it was like that at the beginning, but then it gradually changed.

She didn't intend to get to the bottom of it. She just wanted to know Cen Yue's bottom line and not affect their relationship.

Song Yiyi knew in her heart that Cen Yue's slight affection for her would be beneficial to this already fragile relationship.

Then just let it be.

Facing her knowing question, Cen Yue's eyes flashed with a barely perceptible awkwardness, and he coldly said two words: "I like it."

He asked her if she still liked Gu Chengze.

But this person is very twisted.

He refused to speak in complete sentences.

Song Yiyi smiled. "It's not a love between a man and a woman. He is my brother. He was and will always be my brother. My feelings for him are the same as my parents'."

Don’t say Cen Yue minds.

Song Yiyi put herself in Cen Yue's shoes and thought that if Cen Yue had a sister who was not related by blood, she would also feel uncomfortable.

We cannot just ask the other party to follow the rules of something we agreed upon at the beginning.

'Mysophobia' should be something that happens on both sides.

Song Yiyi took two more steps towards Cen Yue, and the two were very close.

She raised her face and said with a smile, "So you are really jealous? You... really like me?"

Her eyes were clear and bright. "Let me guess, you haven't liked me for a long time, so you're so anxious to marry me, right?"

After Song Yiyi finished speaking, she shuddered.

She is too narcissistic!

Cen Yue's previous behavior had nothing to do with love. He warned her and threw her to the ground.

She kissed him, but he didn't want to.

It's possible to say I hate it.

Without thinking, Song Yiyi knew how Cen Yue would insult her next.

She was a little scared and quickly turned around and walked into the house, "I want to take a shower, go boil some water."

Song Yiyi went into the kitchen.

Cen Yue quickly followed in and snatched the bucket from her hand.

As he added water to the pot, he half-jokingly asked, "We're married now, so I can't like you? Or do you want me not to like you?"

Every word and sentence is a test.

Song Yiyi raised the corners of her lips, "Yes, if you like it, just say it, I'm listening."

Her reaction was somewhat unexpected to Cen Yue.

Normally, wouldn't a girl be shy at this moment? How could she say it openly?

Seeing that he didn't move.

Song Yiyi pricked up her ears and moved closer to Cen Yue. "Go on, go on. I'm all ears. Say it a few more times."

She looked a little lacking in character.

Cen Yue: “…”

Song Yiyi's interest in Cen Yue liking her was not as great as the temptation of money.

When she returned to her room after taking a shower, she saw Cen Yue coming in with a red enamel tea tray and waving at her.

Song Yiyi went over.

Cen Yue raised his eyebrows with interest, "I'm going to take a shower. These are the gifts. Count them and see if they are enough to make your dream come true."

After he left, Song Yiyi found the sandalwood box, opened it, and took out the three passbooks inside.

One was given by Song Minghui.

One of the books was opened by Song Yiyi herself, and she saved most of the money she had.

The last one was given by Cen Yue.

Song Yiyi opened the book given by Cen Yue without hesitation. After finding the string of numbers, she read it through.

He quickly leaned in closer to take another closer look.

After confirming that there was nothing wrong, Song Yiyi closed the passbook with a snap.

Open it again the next second.

Cen Yue is a very strange person. He said that the money in this passbook is all the betrothal gift for her.

Then why didn't he choose to show off?

This is nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine! !

So she's now a millionaire?!

Why didn't Cen Yue refute when Song Yiyi guessed that he had no money?

No wonder Cen Yue didn’t buy a bicycle.

He bought gold, gave maintenance fees, and even held so many banquets in the courtyard.

Plus the betrothal gift.

Is he draining himself?

Cen Yue has no parental support behind him.

Cen Anguo didn't even attend the wedding banquet, let alone pay for it.

This can't be all he has?!

Song Yiyi thought about it, put the passbook aside, and opened the one given to her by Song Minghui.

She had an expected figure in mind, thinking it would have to be at least a thousand yuan.

Open it and take a look.

Song Yiyi couldn't help but want to slap herself.

She thought it must be a dream.

It’s not that she is short-sighted. Before she came here, the pocket money her mother gave her was in the seven figures.

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