"What does it matter if you're close?" Cheng Yanzhi knew that her questioning in this way meant she inevitably had a favor to ask.
Gathering up her courage, Cheng Qingyan asked, "You know, I like Sichen. Could you, perhaps, talk to him about my marriage to him?"
After all, for scions like them, marriages were mostly tools for gaining benefits, with few actually being founded on love.
Marrying Mo Sichen would be beneficial to both parties.
However, as a girl, it wasn't appropriate for her to initiate the conversation with Mo Sichen, it'd be better if she had her brother do it.
Cheng Yanzhi looked at Cheng Qingyan. "I've said it before, he's not right for you!"
Not many people knew about Mo Sichen's heart disease, but Cheng Yanzhi was aware of it.
If Cheng Qingyan married him, sooner or later she was bound to suffer.
"I don't care," Cheng Qingyan said, "I'm grown up now and I love him, I don't want anyone else."
"He's so much older than you!"