Even Third Young Master Ye, when he offloaded matters onto him, wouldn't have made him lose face so blatantly. Ye An took several deep breaths, suppressing the urge to wring Shangguan You's neck. Hearing the footsteps beside him, his tone shifted as he began to speak slowly.
"Do you take pleasure in mocking my legs? Since you're Third Brother's friend, I won't make things difficult for you, and I won't trouble your family either. But the wedding between Third Brother and An Ya is arranged by our father. Even if you can't give up, there's no possibility between you and Third Brother." Ye An sounded somewhat forlorn, glancing at his own immobile legs, his tone filled with sadness.
He wanted Third Young Master Ye to hear this: to see the kind of person he chose, how she despised his disabled older brother and even spoke insultingly. For the sake of his younger brother, Ye An had endured it all and even offered good-natured advice.
