"I've decided to marry Shen Mosheng."
Qiao Yueting: ...
"The more you say I'm not worthy of Shen Mosheng, the more you try to stop me from marrying him, the more determined I am to marry him. Not only will I marry him, but I'll do it with pomp, passionately, and for everyone to know.
I want everyone to know that it's Shen Mosheng who begged me to marry him, Shen Mosheng is my man, Han Yingying, and your jealousy will be useless."
"Don't be impulsive, you two are not suitable..." Qiao Yueting tried to appease her with some urgency, thinking she had phrased something wrong that triggered Yingying's defiance and quickly changed her approach.
"Let me tell you, I'm set on marrying Shen Mosheng, and I want you to be my bridesmaid, personally delivering me to Shen Mosheng's side, witnessing firsthand how I am worthy of him."
Under the boost of her anger, Han Yingying's eyes shone astonishingly bright, carrying an unmistakable stubbornness and determination.