Yan Qingruo might not have noticed it herself, but her words sounded very jealous to Chen Qianmo's ears.
"What? Oh... I'm not jealous," Yan Qingruo said hastily, trying to cover it up.
"If you really weren't jealous, you would have said, 'I'm not.' But you repeated my entire question: 'I'm not jealous.' Repeating the full question is a sign of a guilty conscience. A guilty conscience…" Chen Qianmo summarized, "means you're jealous."
Yan Qingruo adamantly denied it: "I really am not jealous."
Chen Qianmo lifted the corners of his mouth: "You've repeated my words in full again."
"I..." Yan Qingruo admitted, her little scheme was still quite obvious; she looked at her own fingers, "She is rich and beautiful and likes you so much, but you chose me, who is inferior in every way..."
"Fool. How is she better than you?" Seeing that she truly was jealous, with her head bowed, looking at a loss, Chen Qianmo was in high spirits.