Men’s little parlor tricks are truly tiresome. They fancy themselves hunters, naturally categorizing young heiresses as delicate, love-starved hothouse flowers. They smugly assume that their cheap brand of "kindness" and "sincerity" can win over any woman as easily as a childhood smile might earn a reward from one’s mother.
The feeling of being treated as low-grade prey is sickening. Countless times, as Lin Qingyu offered a polite, practiced refusal to the self-important "hunters" before her, a surge of malice would rise within. With the resources at her disposal, "hunting" these arrogant fools in return would be child's play.
Yet, the thought "it doesn't warrant such measures" is always the most irritating. It’s like when one has an upset stomach; a brief wave of nausea rises in the throat, only to quickly subside. You can’t exactly vomit, but if you don't drink a cup of hot water to suppress the sensation, are you really going to shove your finger down your throat and force yourself to retch?
Chapter 155