Chapter 7:

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The car ride was silent as Mr. Han drove Siyang and myself home. I couldn't help but to stare at Siyang, taking in all of his features.

Surely, I had seen what he looked like whilst I was gone, as we had video chatted many times. But seeing him in person was different. He was so grown up now.

"Why are you staring at me?" Siyang asks with a laugh.

"You grew up! You're even so tall now." I explain, laughing as I do.

"Not just me, you've grown up too." Siyang tells me, a soft smile on his face.

"Have I?" I questioned, unsure if I liked the fact that he'd said I changed.

"Of course. The last time I saw you, you were wearing sweatpants under your skirt and wearing mismatched socks. You were a mess." He tells me, ruffling my hair as he laughed.

"Now, you actually look like a girl, wearing makeup and even heels. You always swore you'd never wear them." Siyang tells me.

I sigh, knowing that he was right. Growing up, I hated acting girly. But once I was sent abroad, I was taught to dress and act like a proper, respectable woman.

"Grandfather thinks that I have to look and act like a lady, so that I can find a husband." I tell him.

"A husband? But you just got back today. Who does he expect you to marry?" He questions me, an eyebrow raised.

I can't help but laugh, seeing Siyang's perplexed expression.

"Don't feel grossed out about this, but he said that I should marry you." I tell him, watching his face contort in confusion, before turning to disgust.

"No offence, but that'd be gross. You're like my sister, why would I want to marry you?" He tells me.

"Exactly! That's what I told grandfather. I told him that I'd find someone when I'm ready. After all, whoever I marry would end up running the company, alongside me, in the future." I say.

I looked out the window, watching as we drove through the streets. It was silent for a few moments before Siyang spoke up again.

"Well, as much as I want you to find someone, please try not to date one of my teammates. I want them to focus on their training." Siyang tells me.

"Why not, athletes are attractive." I jokingly say, a fake pout plastered on my face.

"If you want an athlete that badly, I can introduce you to a few of my other friends. I have friends from other schools that also play tennis." He tells me, as the car slowly comes to a halt.

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