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ㅤ ㅤ ─── A tale is but half told ㅤㅤㅤㅤwhen only one person tells it. ㅤ

Like a detective inspecting her suspect, Yang Chan goes around him thrice. “Okay, I'll allow you! But, as your future sister-in-law, I have one request for gege.”

“Hmm...” she blinks once, twice, thrice, before saying something so controversial, so out of topic...with such an innocent excitement: “Do you want to get married to my erge, gege?”

“No.” Yang Chan takes a seat nearby, swinging her legs happily. “Everyone is laughing, even my erge. That's how I know that everyone is happy. Are you not happy too, gege?”

She wipes her tears with her long sleeves, sniffing once before replying, “Really? But they looked so happy?”

“But...Chan won't be naughty...” her teary eyes softly reflect the light around, “Chan promised erge that she won't be naughty...” A sniff, her cheeks grow redder by the minute.

“See? I told you, erge is the best!” Clearly, she ignores the 'not for tonight' part, doesn't she? “But...it's rare for erge to have so much fun, you know? So it's okay if he slacks off at times.”

I am working.

“He's not slacking off. Erge works the hardest, I know it.”

Yup! It’s been a while, you good?

Well... (coughs) You should accompany Chan-mei. I entrust her safety to you.

“Wait! Erge's working, you can't disturb him!” pulls Alfar's left arm in an attempt to stop him from bothering her erge.

Jafar!

It's alright to leave.

To gain some profits.

To work.

You know well that families should meet and familiarize themselves with each other before one's own wedding, right?

“No! I just arrived and erge is still working here. I'm not going home when erge's still here.” Yang Chan crosses her hands and puffs her chest, an act of defiance. Just like erge, just like meimei.