Pei Ya, having figured things out, declared boldly, "I will definitely make her agree."
Pei Ya's resolute stance of wanting to marry Han Wang finally piqued Qiao Yun's curiosity. "Why did you suddenly want to marry Han Wang?"
"Uh..." Pei Ya stumbled, hesitated, stammered, unable to articulate the fact that it was simply because he had slept with her, and as a man, he felt responsible.
In the end, he compromised and said, "You see... well, seeing as you're engaged now, I also want to settle down. After all, I'm not young anymore. In two or three years, I'll be thirty. I'm usually too busy to meet other women, and Little Wangwang and I grew up together. It's better to keep it within the family, right? She knows me, I know her—we're a good match. Yep, that's it."
That explanation was reasonable enough, and anyone else would have probably believed him. But for someone as familiar with Pei Ya as Qiao Yun, it wasn't so convincing.
