"impossible!"
Nie Xin uttered those three words with unwavering certainty.
He looked coldly at Heya, his eyes seeming to flash with the glint of swords.
Heya smiled enigmatically, which was exactly the effect she wanted.
The angrier Nie Xin got, the less he trusted Sang Qing.
That way she can take advantage of the situation...
“Nie Xin, our uncle taught us from a young age that you can know a person's face but not their heart!” He Ya said softly. “You haven’t had many opportunities to interact with Miss Sang, and you only met her in England. How can you draw conclusions so easily?”
"Besides, even if she really did end up with the boss's son, that's her private matter, and you have no right to interfere."
Nie Xin turned to the side, looking somewhat impatient.
“Nie Xin,” He Ya said again, “although we are not engaged, my uncle has mentioned it to General Nie several times. General Nie has neither agreed nor refused!”
"What exactly is Your Highness trying to say?"
“Don’t worry,” she reassured him. “If you really don’t want to be with me, I won’t pester you. After all, I am a prince, and I cannot be without dignity.”
Nie Xin was stunned—
This was the second thing he heard today that he couldn't believe his ears.
The first thing Heya said was that she wanted to give Sang Qing a formal identity.
These two sentences were actually spoken by the same woman!
He frowned, inwardly doubtful, but outwardly remained calm and composed.
"Your Highness, is that really what you think?"
"You don't believe me?" Heya laughed. "Is it because I'm usually too flamboyant that you all think I'm arrogant?"
Nie Xin remained silent.
“If I caused you any misunderstandings before, then I apologize to you.” He Ya looked at him sincerely. “Nie Xin, as you know, women have a very high status in Southeast Asia. I was spoiled and pampered growing up, so I inevitably have some flaws in my personality… If I offended you in any way before, please apologize.”
"Your Highness, please don't do this!"
Nie Xin was caught off guard.
Ever since returning to Southeast Asia, he knew he couldn't escape Heya and would see her sooner or later.
He had also rehearsed many times how he should speak and behave if she made things difficult for him.
But I never expected our meeting to be like this.
He squinted at Heya, wondering if he was overthinking things.
Did he develop narcissism from being an idol and star? Or did he suffer from paranoia?
Perhaps Heya isn't as he imagined... If she wants to obtain the throne, she naturally needs to win over these powerful families.
Nie Xin exhaled and remained silent for a long time.
"Alright, nothing else matters now." Seeing that the fish had taken the bait, Heya began to reel it in. "What matters is Miss Sang's identity and her university education! What do you think of the suggestion to have her come to the palace to be with me?"
“If you are really willing to let her enter the palace, it will be a good future for her,” Nie Xin replied truthfully.
Heya deliberately frowned, "Then Miss Sang's engagement..."
"She won't be engaged!" Nie Xin's voice unconsciously rose a few decibels.
Heya laughed and said, "I suggest you ask her first. If she really is married, according to the rules, she absolutely cannot work in the palace!"
...
Nie Xin returned to the tailor shop at midday.
The South Pacific is close to the tropics, and the sun is fierce. If you stand in the yard at this time, you can get sunburned.
Heya has an engagement and a boss's wife's son, and he talks about it as if it's true!
This caused Nie Xin to be extremely unhappy throughout the journey.
In addition, being exposed to the blazing sun, her originally fair skin turned red. Her handsome face, which had been carefully protected with various skincare products for the sake of appearing on camera, was now completely unable to withstand the sun. After just a couple of hours in the sun, it became red and painful, making Nie Xin extremely uncomfortable.
He insisted on going to the tailor shop. He was already in a bad mood and had been exposed to the sun all the way. Now, as soon as he entered, he saw Sang Qing holding a piece of clothing and carefully mending it, embroidering a rose on the frayed collar...
Nie Xin became even more annoyed.
That dress is a men's style, why would she embroider roses on it? Doesn't she know that roses symbolize beautiful love and longing?
Nie Xin stood in front of Sang Qing and tapped on the table.
Upon seeing him, Sang Qing immediately smiled with relief!
"Uncle!"
"Hmm." Nie Xin kept a straight face and glanced at the clothes casually.
"It's... a robe?" he asked. "Did you make it?"
This is a traditional garment commonly worn by men in Southeast Asia, typically on formal occasions.
"No!" Sang Qing's smile was brighter than the sun. "This isn't a new piece of clothing; it's one he wore before. It's just that the collar was a little worn out, so I sewed it up for him."
"Him?" Nie Xin frowned. "Which guest?"
"He's not a guest, he's Sister Mei's eldest son."
"you……"
Nie Xin's eyes widened as He Ya's words, "She's engaged," suddenly echoed in his ears.
For the first time in his life, Nie Xin had to ask someone for help because of her temporary residence permit!
To give her an unforgettable flower festival, I shamelessly asked my cousin to borrow some wood and fireflies!
But what about her?
She was actually holding another man's clothes in front of him, mending and sewing them for him like a virtuous little wife!
And he even embroidered a rose!
Nie Xin's jealousy exploded, her heart filled with a sour feeling that rose to her throat.
Sang Qing was so engrossed in her work that she didn't notice his rich inner monologue.
By the time she noticed the change in his expression, the situation was already getting out of control...
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