Scaring Lan Fuzi

"Let me ask you this—when you said you liked her the way you liked a wife, that was just a figure of speech, right?"

Nan Fusheng shook his head. "It wasn't a figure of speech. I really do have two wives."

"Tw-two?!" Lan Fuzi looked as though she had been struck by lightning. Her pupils abruptly contracted, and even her voice changed pitch.

At first, she was so stunned by that number that she could not speak. Only after a moment did she recover, glaring at Nan Fusheng in disbelief as she rapidly pressed, "Wait, you already have wives, so why are you participating in this Martial Arts Matchmaking Convention?"

Nan Fusheng instead looked as though he had heard a strange question. A perfectly appropriate hint of confusion appeared on his face as he asked, "Having wives means I can't participate? Does the convention have a rule stating that those who are already married cannot join?"

Lan Fuzi choked on his question and instinctively searched her mind for the relevant rules. From the registration requirements to the competition procedures, there really did not seem to be a single clause mentioning that those with spouses were prohibited from participating.

But that did not stop her from criticizing Nan Fusheng. "Do your wives know about this?"

"They do." Nan Fusheng nodded.

"They really don't kno... Hm?"

Lan Fuzi had already prepared a whole stream of words to condemn Nan Fusheng for his concealment and irresponsibility. Yet upon hearing his answer, her face was instantly filled with confusion, and the criticism that had reached her lips came to an abrupt stop.

Seeing her stunned expression, Nan Fusheng continued, "Not only do they know, they are quite supportive of my participation in this convention."

"Th-this..." Lan Fuzi stared into his clear, open eyes and