Fang Che sighed softly.
He had refused.
But... it hadn't worked.
Feng Xue seemed even more determined instead.
Or rather, this girl had never cared whether he accepted or refused.
Feng Yun returned clutching his stomach. "Ugh, I don't even know what I ate. My stomach really is... Huh? Xue'er left?"
Fang Che rolled his eyes impatiently. "Why didn't it kill you!?"
Feng Yun laughed loudly, draping an arm over Fang Che's shoulder as they walked ahead. "My stomach really hurts. I'm not lying to you. If you don't believe me, go take a look."
"..."
"Night Demon, I'm warning you. Don't hurt my sister!"
"..."
"Actually, men—capable men—always have more responsibilities to shoulder."
Feng Yun spoke from the heart. "Besides... you understand this world, this age, right? Night Demon?"
"How would I understand whatever you're talking about?"
"Haha, my sister-in-law was still asking me last night: with so many concubines, how come I still don't have a son or daughter?"
Feng Yun laughed heartily. "And that's not all... when Chen Xue and I married, I even brought sixteen dowry maids with me, girls to warm the bed... Ah, Night Demon, sometimes this sort of thing is really helpless, don't you think?"
Fang Che finally sighed, turned to Feng Yun, and transmitted, "Have you figured it out yet? The one stirring up all this trouble—is he your maternal uncle or your brother-in-law?"
Feng Yun's expression immediately turned unpleasant.
He glared at Fang Che as if he wanted to eat him alive.
"Bi Feng is dead, but has the Bi family's resentment toward you died down? Bi Feng's death... part of the blame has to be placed on your head."
Fang Che continued.
"..."
The corner of Feng Yun's mouth twitched.
"Do Yu Cheng, Wu Di, Bai Ye, and the others