Mo Yinhe pulled Si Mingjing into his arms at her words. "Mingjing, you've got a big heart and a big picture in mind. I really admire that. If you were the type to chase long-term profits and throw patients under the bus, I'd actually look down on you. That's the kind of merchant whose eyes are full of money and nothing else—totally low-rent."
Then he added, "But when the time comes, we can talk terms with the Vampire King of the other faction and fight for greater benefits."
Si Mingjing snorted. "You just said money-grubbing merchants are low-rent, and now you're talking about fighting for greater benefits. Men's mouths…"
Mo Yinhe clapped a hand over her mouth so she couldn't finish, and said with a sly grin, "I said merchants who only care about petty gains are low-rent. A high-level guy like your husband thinks about the bigger picture. So if you're going to marry, you'd better marry a sneakier politician."
