From the very first glance, Wei Zichu and Jiang Mulu knew they would never get along. They were certain to become rivals.
"Excuse me, move. I'm looking for Long Tianji," Jiang Mulu said, not bothering to feign politeness. Her tone was blunt.
Wei Zichu, with Lin Tang backing her, was completely unafraid. "I'm sorry, but Uncle Long is in seclusion and isn't seeing anyone. If you insist on seeing him, you'll just have to wait here."
"Hmph. When he says he's not seeing anyone, he means outsiders. I'm not an outsider, so of course I can see him whenever I want," Jiang Mulu declared righteously.
Wei Zichu glanced at her again. "If you're not an outsider, what are you?"
"His future wife, of course!" Jiang Mulu said as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. "I am destined to formally take him as my husband. Unlike some people who just trail behind him with no official status, like a little tag-along."
"Hey, who are you talking about?"
"If the shoe fits, wear it."
"You—"
