Duanmu Zhe walked over and pulled Zhou Yiheng up, saying, "Cousin, when did you become so sentimental? Is this the Zhou Yiheng I know? An ambitious man should set his sights on the whole world; why fall apart over one woman? You can't give up the whole garden just for one flower."
Duanmu Zhe had never seen Zhou Yiheng like this before, and it was clear that he truly loved Lin Xiyuan.
If you love her, you should cherish her, he thought. If I had known this would happen, why did I ever start?
This was not something Mo Qingyi felt appropriate to comment on, so she simply offered Zhou Yiheng a glass of water, "Cousin, have some water first."
Zhou Yiheng took the cup with a forced smile, "Thank you, sister-in-law."
After a sip of water, Zhou Yiheng put down the cup, "Aunt, Little Zhe, sister-in-law, I'll be going first."
"Won't you stay a little longer, cousin?" Duanmu Zhe stood up.
Zhou Yiheng's dejected exit left Duanmu Zhe feeling somewhat uneasy.