"Third son, are you regretting now?" Yan Jianjun returned to the old mansion late at night, exhausted, as Yan Juan came downstairs with a mocking look in her eyes.
"Sister, there's no need for you to ridicule me," he said, his tone tinged with anger, though it was unclear if it was because of Cai Baoqin or Yan Juan's attitude.
Yan Juan headed straight for the kitchen, showing no intention of arguing or having a lengthy discussion, and took some food before leaving: "I just want to remind you, it's not too late to back out now, to avoid that family impacting your future."
Although her intent was good, her tone was not, and seeing her attitude, Yan Jianjun felt even more humiliated. Cai Baoqin was someone he had painstakingly chosen to marry from elsewhere, and the current disastrous situation seemed to reflect his poor judgment.
"I don't need my sister to worry about me," he said coldly.
