"For your younger brother."
In Qian's eyes, marriage was just a shell. Her own abilities were already enough for her to live securely in society; it was only because of him that she was willing to enter the community of marriage, to step into this world inside the walls.
"Yu Laomao is an asshole."
"Tell me, if I'd thrown a tantrum today, who would be the saddest, who would be the most guilty?"
Qian didn't join her in badmouthing Xiaoqiang, because she knew Mingxi was the same kind as her: she could complain about her own younger brother, but if someone else did, she'd hold a grudge in seconds.
Mingxi seemed to have understood something. She stood in front of the mirror, staring blankly at Qian.
Qian patted her shoulder. "I'm heading back this afternoon. If you don't want to step into this besieged fortress called marriage, you'd better run, fast."
Mr. Yu froze. "You mean…?!"
Qian stretched out a hand and made a gesture for five.
