"Weiwei, aren't you afraid I won't meet with you anymore if you eat so much?" Jiang Che scooped up a meatball and placed it on the plate in front of Ye Weiwei, "When net friends meet, the girl should be reserved."
Ye Weiwei glanced at Jiang Che disdainfully, "Reserved for what? I'm not marrying you, no need to pretend."
"Uh... so you mean, you would pretend in front of someone you want to marry?" Jiang Che asked on purpose.
He actually hoped that Ye Weiwei would deny it.
Ye Weiwei waved her hand, "Never thought about getting married."
"That won't do, they'll blame me if you don't marry," Jiang Che said as he picked up another meatball for her after she finished the first one.
"Blame you?" Ye Weiwei was puzzled.
Jiang Che nodded solemnly, "They'll say you're infatuated with me and won't marry anyone for me."
"Get lost!" Ye Weiwei glared at Jiang Che.
That comment was a joke at the time, something she mentioned casually in the letter, yet Jiang Che actually remembered it.