"Oh wow, the sun must be rising from the west today since you're not calling me a tigress anymore?"
"No, no, I was wrong before. I was blind. Miss Zi Xia is graceful and poised, looks beautiful, and takes great care of Xiao Jiu. When you get married, you'll surely be a good wife and mother. How could someone like you ever be a tigress? Haha...!" Xiao Jiu hoped Zi Xia would rescue him, so he was shamelessly buttering her up.
Zi Xia imitated Xiao Jiu's usual tone: "How could someone like me, a tigress, possibly get married? If I can't get married, where's the talk about being a good wife and mother?"
These were words that Xiao Jiu used to insult her. Now, Zi Xia was returning every single one, not missing a beat.
Women really hold grudges; she remembered everything he had said before.
Xiao Jiu felt quite tragic; why had he offended such a petty, vengeful, and sly woman? Alas! Everything was fate; he accepted it.
