Cheng Yanzhi looked at his sister, "How did you become so..."
Unscrupulous?
In his memory, she had always been a little girl, a naive one who hardly knew anything.
But surprisingly, she had become so crafty now.
Cheng Qingyan said: "Do you still see me as a child?"
"Don't do such things again in the future." Cheng Yanzhi said, "Do you think Mo Sichen is a fool? He can't find out?"
"So what if he finds out? What can he do to me? Either way, he has to marry me, he has to marry even if he doesn't want to, unless he doesn't want to be the President anymore." Who else could force him like that but Cheng Qingyan?
Mo Sichen should be pleasing her.
It's his good fortune that she fell for him.
Yet he refused her again and again.
She didn't mind him being old, or ill, and he had no reason to refuse her.
Cheng Yanzhi speechlessly said: "Is this really what you want? He is not the man you love. You, being a girl, will be the one to lose in the end."