"But he's your superior," Qin Mei reminded him.
"Not anymore," Jie Jingchen said as he continued to apply her medicine.
The more evasive Jie Jingchen was, the more curious Qin Mei became. He was clearly taking advantage of her amnesia. Fed up, Qin Mei decided to ask him directly, "Jie Jingsi, don't tell me he's your romantic rival, is he?"
Jie Jingchen's thick brows furrowed, and his expression grew even darker. He emotionlessly bit out a single word. "No."
"Jie Jingsi, having a rival is a good thing. It proves you have good taste," Qin Mei coaxed.
'Good taste?' Jie Jingchen shot Qin Mei a strange look. 'Doesn't she have any idea how we ended up getting married?'
His relationship with Qin Mei wasn't love at first sight. Their feelings for each other had grown over time.
"My taste is excellent," Qin Mei hinted to Jie Jingchen. She had plenty of admirers—in the army, in Shijiu City, and in Xiangjiang too.
