Xu Hongbo shrank his neck, gazing at the girl before him—someone so familiar yet so strangely different. A chill ran down his spine. He had originally intended to dissect her absurd claims with a thorough, root-and-branch analysis, but catching sight of Su Qiao—looking utterly devastated and soul-lost, her eyes fixed blankly on the churning Ruoshui River below the cliff as if she were about to perform a graceful free-fall—he gasped. He swallowed his words, sniffed, and adopted a look of profound agreement.
"What you’re saying isn’t entirely unreasonable," he said. "But the problem is, if you want to move up to the position of 'the other woman,' you first have to act like a gentle, vulnerable person, don’t you? The way you’re always snapping at everyone, how could you possibly win Brother Hu Yihui’s favor? I’d advise you to tone down your sharp edges for now and try to ease the tension."
After saying this in a soft, piping voice, Xu Hongbo wanted to slap himself. He was only saying such hypocritical things because he feared Su Qiao might actually jump. He suppressed his rising anger and added, "Anyway, it’s getting late. We should head back."
Chapter 230