“Sis, I actually think Zhanyuan treats you differently. The way he looks at you, the smile he has when he’s with you—they’re special. You’re such a clever person, I don’t believe you haven’t noticed.”
“Have you ever thought, Sis, that the wife Zhanyuan’s grandma chose for him might be you?”
Ouyang Ya frowned. “I don’t even know what his grandma looks like. I’ve never met her. How could she possibly have chosen me? Besides, he said he’d resign to pursue his wife when the time comes.”
“Alright, as long as you’re not upset, I’m relieved. Just keep your distance from him from now on. Enjoy his cooking, but don’t think about anything else.”
Ouyang Ting: “…”
She had said she had no feelings for Zhanyuan, but her elder sister never believed her.
Reflecting on her own behaviour towards Zhanyuan, Ouyang Ting felt she couldn’t blame her sister for doubting her. Her admiration for him was far too obvious.
But with her sister advising her like this, it was a good opportunity to reassure her.
After the New Year, she vowed not to come to her sister’s place for meals anymore and to stay away from Zhanyuan, proving to her sister that she had truly “given up.”
She didn’t choose to act now because, during the New Year, she had rare time off and didn’t want to deprive herself of good food. She’d pretend to be oblivious and casually come over for meals.
She just had to stop praising Zhanyuan in front of her sister, to avoid deepening the misunderstanding.
“Big Sis, I’ll listen to you. I’ll keep my distance from Zhanyuan from now on.”
Ouyang Ting said reassuringly.
“Big Sis, I’m heading out.”
Ouyang Ya nodded.
She didn’t follow her sister out of the study. After her sister left, she leaned back in her chair, thinking about what her sister had just said.
Ouyang Ya tried hard to recall if she had ever met the old lady from the Zhan family.
In the end, she was certain she hadn’t.
Over the years, the elderly women she’d met were either clients—some of whom were still managing their businesses at an advanced age and discussing deals with her.
She knew the names of those women, and none of them were the old lady from the Zhan family in Guancheng.
Since she had never met Zhanyuan’s grandma, it was impossible for the old lady to have chosen her as Zhanyuan’s fiancée.
With this thought, Ouyang Ya suddenly mocked herself: “What’s wrong with me? Am I actually hoping I’m Zhanyuan’s fiancée?”
She had just advised her sister to give up on Zhanyuan.
Ouyang Ya quickly pushed aside the fact that Zhanyuan was the sixth young master of the Zhan family and had a fiancée he hadn’t yet won over. It had nothing to do with her, did it?
She had only hired Zhanyuan as a chef and had never considered picking a husband from her household staff.
Ouyang Ya soon went downstairs.
She casually chatted with her family and watched TV.
She loved this kind of life, but her business kept her busy, leaving early and returning late, with little time to spend with her family like this.
Even her younger brother’s mischievousness and chatter felt especially endearing to her.
Ouyang Ya faced it all calmly, without overthinking.
