He's very capable?!

What sort of thing was that to say?

Pei Jianhua stared at his sister, his expression saying: Sis, how could you possibly come out with something like that?

Pei Youwei really had blurted it out. It was the only word of praise for Xu Ye that had come into her head.

She hadn't noticed the change in her brother's expression, and went on eating her lunch, rattling away. "Sister-in-law made this, didn't she? It's much better than Mom's."

Pei Jianhua was in no mood to discuss that with her. He pulled out a chair and sat down opposite her, then asked with a worried look, "Youwei… how old is he this year?"

"Twenty, I think."

"Only twenty?!"

Pei Youwei looked up at him and frowned. "Brother, why are you asking all this?"

"I'm… I'm only looking out for you, aren't I?"

She went back to her lunch. "I'm well into my thirties. I don't need looking after. I can decide my own affairs. Brother, do you know how much money I made this month?"

Pei Jianhua didn't much care about that. The family had always been comfortably off. Never mind their parents — he was a deputy chief at the police bureau, and while the salary wasn't especially high it was more than enough to keep a family. His own father-in-law, moreover, was a senior executive at Sinopec, so the household was thoroughly well-to-do.

Their parents were visibly getting older year by year, and Pei Youwei was old enough now to count as a leftover woman. The most pressing matter for the whole family was solving the problem of her being single.

"I don't care how much money you made. But this business with that boy just now — you'd better think it over seriously. I'll grant you he's good-looking. But there's a big age gap between the two of you. They say a wife three years older brings you gold bricks, but you're a full twelve years older than him. If the two of you got together, even if the family said nothing, outsiders would certainly…