Are You Meddling, Young Master?

"No." Jing Yun answered truthfully. "Because I know that you would hate me when you get sober if I had really done that."

"Hate you…" Sheng Minglan giggled. "What is there to hate about? Everyone thinks that I've lost my chastity to the Englishman."

"It would blow over eventually."

"Grandpa is so despicable!" Sheng Minglan exclaimed, abruptly downing her mug of beer. "Still, at least I didn't let Seventh Sister get the better of me."

"Fourth Sister…"

Sheng Minglan lowered her mug then and hooked her finger at Jing Yun, whispering when he came closer. "Hey, what do you think—should we get together? Would you be with me?"

Jing Yun shook his head despite his shock. "Fourth Sister, there are limits to how far you could take a joke. Even I have some dignity."