If it's about an arranged marriage, the focus isn't on the woman. Of course, it'd be ideal if she's capable, but if not, that's fine too—just behave and offer her family background when necessary.
Looking at her calm expression, Fu Rong's face was icy: "Then how about I marry you?"
Ye Ranran shook her head: "If you'd asked before Miss Sun entered the picture, I would've agreed. But now, it wouldn't be appropriate for you to make this request. Doing so would offend the Sun family, and even if you try to intimidate them, it'd plant a seed of discord. If we engage in internal conflict now, we might end up losing everything."
This is what it means to have the decisiveness of a chief secretary—assessing the pros and cons with methodical clarity.
Fu Rong tried to detect even a trace of resentment or unwillingness in her, but in her clear, black-and-white pupils, there was only calm—nothing but calm. Not the slightest shift in emotion.
