"PFFT!" Qin Mei looked at Jie Jingchen's solemn expression and couldn't help but burst into laughter. She teased, "He's your Granny's favorite grandson. If I ruin him, your Granny will fight me to the death."
"Don't worry. She's getting on in years. Fighting you to the death would undoubtedly be like a moth flying into a flame." Jie Jingchen refrained from uttering the next few words out loud: it would be courting her own destruction.
Qin Mei furrowed her brows. Raising a hand against an elderly woman? What happened to the virtue of respecting the old and cherishing the young? Had he completely thrown it out the window?
"With your Granny's condition, the slightest provocation will have her fainting on the spot. I don't want to provoke her, lest I get burned." The worst part was that she wasn't faking her fainting spells; they were entirely real.
Jie Jingchen gazed at her with calm, steady eyes and said earnestly, "If anything happens, I'll take the blame."
