Qinghe had given him a birthday present, which he carried with him at all times. It truly was a fine piece of jade, warm against the skin, as if it also warmed the cockles of one's heart. He wasn't fond of interacting with strangers to begin with, much less the most hypocritically pretentious women; women from wealthy families were all like that. Qinghe was an exception, especially with her calm and clear eyes that were comfortable to look at, so she was the first girl that caught his attention. He didn't dislike Jiang Lulu either, so he would occasionally give her a couple of expressions, but he was too lazy to bother with Lai Momo. This girl thought she was hiding her true nature well, yet anyone with discernment could see right through her.