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Chapter 831: Constantly thinking about someone or something, there will be an echo.

Chapter 831: Constantly thinking about someone or something, there will be an echo.

"I don’t have anything to discuss with Mrs. He and the others, I only want to talk to you."

Guo Anle gazed at the face he could never forget, "Yi Hui, I just don’t want you to get hurt."

The meals were served,

Interrupting their conversation.

He Yihui picked up her glass and drank some milk.

The maids were quite tactful, after all, they worked in a wealthy family and knew not to linger after serving the meals, so they all left the dining room.

"What kind of reward do you want?"

Guo Anle didn’t beat around the bush and quickly said, "I can try to convince my family, but I need a convincing reason to do so."

He Yihui smiled faintly, clearly understanding the underlying meaning of his words.

She didn’t play dumb, "I didn’t realize I was so important."

Guo Anle picked up his knife and fork, "You are important, after all, there’s only one He Yihui in the entire world."

Guo Anle probably had never pursued a woman before. Given his status, he didn’t need to, and his tone was very calm, but one must admit, his words were more heart-stirring than any fancy sweet nothings.

Undoubtedly, it was almost like a confession, but He Yihui still didn’t show much of a reaction, "I only see you as a friend."

A high emotional intelligence response,

A person with lower emotional intelligence might have bluntly said they have no feelings at all.

Guo Anle was undeterred, "It’s okay, we haven’t spent much time together, but given time, I believe you might change your mind."

Confidence,

Even a bit of arrogance,

But as a scion of the Guo family, Guo Anle indeed had the capital.

"But I feel it’s hard for me to change."

Guo Anle responded with a smile rather than anger, "Without trying, Yi Hui, how can you know the final outcome?"

By this point, the meanings were clear to both parties.

Guo Anle was willing to help under the condition that He Yihui established a romantic relationship with him.

He also indeed needed this reason to convince the Guo family.

Nowadays, many wealthy families operate the same way, marrying amongst themselves to consolidate power.

"Yi Hui, do you already have someone you like?"

Guo Anle asked.

Indeed, He Yihui could use that as an excuse, but she chose not to lie.

She silently shook her head.

"Since there isn’t anyone, why not give each other a chance?"

The direct expression of feelings without any preamble sounded irrational, but someone like Guo Anle, a noble scion, couldn’t be judged by ordinary standards.

People like them are destined not to follow the usual pathways of love due to their unique positions in society.

For name-bearing heirs like him, marrying first and falling in love later isn’t unexpected,

For ordinary people, sequence matters, but for them, switching it around isn’t problematic.

"How is your relationship with your fourth sister?"

He Yihui asked abruptly, which might seem confusing, but Guo Anle understood her point.

The king of gambling had four wives, hence numerous children, and clearly, He Yihui wasn’t his only daughter.

Her mentioned fourth sister came from the third consort, coincidentally married to the Xu family of Gangcheng, a family comparable to the Guos.

Undoubtedly,

This was also a political marriage.

There was fundamentally no affection involved.

Political marriages don’t necessarily mean there won’t be happiness eventually, as there are instances where love developed over time, but sadly, He Yihui’s fourth sister wasn’t so fortunate. The marital discord was so notorious it was even known to the general public.

"Yi Hui, you are not your fourth sister, and I am not Brother Shi En. There’s no need to compare us."

Guo Anle was earnest, "I can assure you, I will be wholeheartedly devoted to you."

"But I can’t make that promise."

Guo Anle gave a wry smile.

He had to admit, her response was quite disheartening, but perhaps that’s human nature. Rather than being angry, he found this woman he couldn’t stop thinking about even more unique.

"What about me do you find unsatisfactory?"

Guo Anle asked as he held his knife and fork.

He Yihui shook her head, continued eating, and didn’t respond.

She didn’t want to disregard it, she just truly couldn’t express herself.

There just weren’t any feelings there.

Emotions aren’t like exams; there are no exact Answers.

An Le didn´t press further, he stopped the topic like a gentleman and quietly continued with his meal.

He didn´t stay long, and after finishing breakfast, An Le suggested saying goodbye.

Everything that needed to be said had been expressed; clinging on wasn’t his nature.

"Yi Hui, I really want to help you, no matter what you think, I’ll wait for you."

Yi Hui, who saw him out, gave no reply but stood at the door, watched him get in the car and leave, stayed for a while, and then turned to go back inside.

In the afternoon.

As soon as Mrs. He arrived home, she called her daughter down for a heart-to-heart.

"What did you and An Le talk about?"

"He said he likes me."

"..."

The straightforwardness of the other party left Mrs. He somewhat confounded for a moment before she asked, "And you? How did you respond to him?"

"I don’t have feelings for him."

Yi Hui spoke blandly and calmly, as if narrating an inconsequential triviality.

"You..."

Mrs. He was shocked and quickly became anxious, "How can you say that? As for An Le, mommy knows him well enough. He maintains his integrity, and even compared to other young gentlemen, he’s certainly outstanding. He’s absolutely a suitable match."

Yi Hui looked into her mother’s eyes and suddenly said, "Mommy, if I were to be with Guo An Le, would Aunt and the others agree?"

Mrs. He’s tone faltered.

"... Of course, they would. What reason would they have to object? Your Aunt and the others even support your relationship."

Yi Hui’s lips slightly curved upward.

"What about you, mommy?"

Mrs. He hesitated for a moment, seemingly reluctant to meet her daughter’s gaze. She held her daughter’s hand and said, "Yi Hui, you might not like An Le now, but that might be because you haven’t spent enough time together. Mommy knows from experience what we women seek—it’s a warm haven. I can see An Le genuinely likes you, and if you were with him, he would definitely treat you well."

Yi Hui remained silent, just observing her mother.

Mrs. He felt quite uneasy under her daughter’s gaze, gripping her hand tighter, "I talked with your aunt last night, and what you said was right, this trouble is more serious than we thought. To be honest with you, our family’s own strength might not be enough to save the gambling license..."

"Is it that important?"

Mrs. He blinked, as if she hadn’t heard clearly, "What did you say?"

"The gambling license was never ours to begin with. Even if we lose it, so what?"

Mrs. He was stunned, then suddenly furious, "What are you talking about?! The gambling license has always been ours! Haojiang wouldn’t be what it is today without the He Family’s contributions! Yi Hui, have you forgotten what your last name is?! How can you say such a thing, how can you face your father?!"

Yi Hui fell silent.

Mrs. He’s breathing became short, perhaps realizing she had been too harsh, and she calmed her emotions.

"I’ll pretend I never heard what was said just now. You need to understand, everything we have now is because of the He Family. Without the He Family, we are nothing."

Yi Hui remained quiet.

"Mommy is talking to you, did you hear me?"

Mrs. He asked sternly.

"I heard."

Yi Hui finally responded, pulling her hand away from her mother’s, "I’d like to go out for a walk, may I?"

Mrs. He frowned, hesitated, then said, "Have the bodyguard follow you."

"I won’t wander off, at this critical moment, no one would dare to break ties with the He Family."

Mrs. He pursed her lips but didn’t insist any further.

"Come back early."

"Thank you, mommy."

With those words, Yi Hui stood up and walked out.

Mrs. He clenched her fists, watching her daughter’s retreating figure, feeling somewhat heartbroken.

Yet, every woman must inevitably go through this phase.

She had kept her profile low for most of her life, only to finally see her chance to hold her head high.

If she could successfully resolve this crisis, her branch of the family would surely rise in prominence.

With that thought, Mrs. He’s heart gradually hardened.