Su Yanyi raised an eyebrow. Whether or not she genuinely liked Qin Jiran was her own business, and she felt that the answer should only be told to the man in question.
“Is there a point to asking this?” She didn’t want to answer, so she didn’t. But who would’ve thought that Bai Qing would fail to notice her refusal and nod? And very enthusiastically, at that.
She furrowed her eyebrows. There might be no reason to like someone, but there was always a reason to not like someone, like this man in front of her. He was preaching to deaf ears and failing to realize it. It would be strange if she liked a man like him.
A hint of distaste appeared in her eyes. Did going abroad render him stupid? Then if she ever had children, she would have to make sure to not let them go abroad.
Ah, but why was she thinking about children? She must’ve been affected by the others.
“He’s a very good man.”She thought but didn’t say. After all, only fools would try to reason with someone who was mentally ill, and she wasn’t a fool.
Instead, she said, “Bai Qing, I think it’s time we end this conversation. I know best whether or not he’s good to me, and whether or not he’s suitable for me.”
Bai Qing could be considered a friend, but that was it. A friend had no right to interfere in her love life.
Actually, she knew that Bai Qing was unhappy because he had lost to Qin Jiran. But her feelings for Qin Jiran had been shaped by the experiences from both her past life and present life, from life to death, and death to life, making them impossibly unique.
“Yes. You are willing to be with him, just as you were not willing to be with me. It has always been your own choice.” Bai Qing wasn’t stupid, but he couldn’t help but feel disappointed and depressed. He just wanted to know why the woman he liked didn’t like him back. He wanted to know how the man Su Yanyi liked was better than him.
“Yes—my own choice,” Su Yanyi carefully repeated. Her own choice, not to be affected by the opinions of others.
“Then are you happy with him?” he asked.
Happiness? What is happiness? She thought about it.
Living with Qin Jiran made her feel warm. There wasn’t much excitement or dramatic ups and downs, and life was calm… but not in a bad way.
Qin Jiran was a dense man, and his usual coldness would often melt in front of her. His careless smiles always filled her with warmth, and for some reason, she liked to tease him and make him speechless.
Everything that came to mind was a trifle. She thought of his exemplary skill in the kitchen, the times he helped her wipe her hair, and his flustered expression whenever she teased him. A life like this was simple, but it was… happy, yes.
“Of course,” she concluded. Yes, she was happy. She had married a man who loved her deeply, a man who would not only never abandon her, but also always take care of her. If that wasn’t happiness, then what was?
This realization adorned her face with a small smile, and it was this smile that made Bai Qing stop asking.
Words could deceive people, but smiles were different. In her smile, at least, he saw genuine happiness.
At last, he was battered out of his senses, and Su Yanyi walked back to Qin Jiran’s side. He turned to look at her, his eyes soft and so warm that it enveloped her.