Gong Le sat next to An Yiqing and playfully nudged him, "Why are you jealous of her husband? Aren't you afraid I'll be jealous of Xin'er? You care so much about Xin'er, your sister."
An Yiqing immediately said, "That's different. You're my wife; she's my sister. There is no comparison."
Gong Le laughed, "Exactly. Míngyè is her husband; you're her brother. Both have a place in her heart and don't conflict, so naturally, there's no comparison."
An Yiqing didn't say anything to Gong Le but turned and smiled at Su Xing, "Your sister-in-law's tongue has gotten much sharper over the years. In the past, she would listen to me; whatever I said was the truth. Now she's older, and her temper has only grown."
Su Xing laughed, "Even if her temper has grown, isn't she still your beloved wife?"
An Yiqing said, "That's true."
Gong Le pretended to pout, "If you dare say she isn't, see how I'll deal with you."
An Yiqing laughed, "I wouldn't dare."
Gong Le laughed.
