Four Fingers

  I sat on the balcony blowing wind, Qiao Nanmu stood behind me, he just stood like that and I could feel a strong sense of oppression, he didn't deliberately try to exude any aura, it was just him, there was something very powerful about him, even pressure couldn't suppress it.

  What does the outside world describe Qiao Nan as? I only know two words, one is genius and the other is supreme.

  Many people say that Jo Nan-woo is a genius, almost everyone knows it, but Jo Nan-woo still can't compare to his older brother, Jo Seong-hui, the eldest young master of the Jo family. It's said that he's an existence beyond genius, Jo Nan-woo's reputation isn't as big as his, and being a genius is just something people say.

  And when I first met Qiao Nanmu, I had already sensed his majestic aura, and I think there's no better phrase to describe him than these four words.

  He was such a young man, with cold and indifferent eyebrows, outstanding temperament, an existence like an emperor, not overbearing but also not to be doubted.

  I couldn't help but steal a few more glances at Qiao Nanmu, I felt that a man like him shouldn't be the type to obey his parents' arrangements, and I always thought that compared to my aversion towards him, he should be even more averse to me.

  Qiao Nan never denied Qiao Yu's words from start to finish, I know he heard everything, but he didn't say that he wouldn't marry Gu Qing in the future, and he was even too calm, without any extra expression.

  "You seem to always be staring at me in a daze." Qiao Nanmu noticed my gaze, opening his mouth coldly, without any questioning tone, just a light and plain statement.

  I immediately averted my gaze and hesitantly asked: "Qiao Nanmu, what are you really thinking?"

  He didn't answer my question immediately, but instead patted his pocket, yet found nothing, and then asked with a flash in his eyes: "What do you mean?"

  "Don't pretend to be stupid, Qiao Yunge and I were just talking, you must have heard everything, right?" I calmed myself down and said calmly.

  Qiao Nan hooked the corner of his mouth, bringing out a sarcastic arc: "Oh, you're talking about me eloping? She didn't deceive you, I really did that."

  It's not that thing! I turned back to glare at him, thinking he was intentionally fooling me. But as soon as I turned my head, I fell into his deep eyes.

  "I didn't say that!" I said, somewhat disheartened. "Qiao Yunge said I would marry you, and I want to know what you think? You definitely won't marry me, right? Don't you have a girl you like?" They eloped, it's easy to imagine how deep Qiao Nanmu's feelings for that girl were, so how could he possibly obey his family's arrangements and marry me?

  Qiao Nanmu didn't answer my question, but instead silently looked at me for half a moment before picking up a piece of clothing from the side and naturally draping it over my body. "It's cold outside," he said, "you're not wearing enough and you're still standing here in the wind, you'll get sick." His movements were smooth and natural, as if he had done this many times before.

  "Answer my question!" I irritably pulled off my clothes and threw them on the ground, ignoring everything Qiao Nanmu did.

  Qiao Nanmu looked at the clothes below, his eyes deep and profound, "Do you really want to know?"

  "Of course!" I raised my head and looked at him stubbornly.

  Under the hazy moonlight, Qiao Nanmu's face was illuminated and then darkened again. I tried my best to see his every expression clearly, but all he said was: "You marry, I'll marry too."

  Those five words heavily hit my heart, and I lost control to ask: "Why?" My voice was sharp, and all I knew was that if Qiao Nanmu didn't object to marrying me, then I really had no choice but to marry him.

  Marrying this man who doesn't particularly like me and whom I can't see through.