One Person Gets Half!

After pouring out his heart to Leng, he had actually gotten this result.

She was not only completely unmoved, but had also shown him no mercy at all.

"Get lost!!!"

They had been chatting so pleasantly just moments ago. How had things suddenly turned out like this?

"Could I have said something wrong?"

But after thinking it over, Ximen Lang realized...

"Not really!"

"What did I even say? I only said that, except for the matter of being the Harem King, there was no room for negotiation. As for the rest..."

At this point, Ximen Lang said in shock,

"Could it be that Leng, like me, also has an equally great... dream of becoming the Harem King?!"

Thinking this, Ximen Lang hurriedly glanced at Leng.

The heroic air between Leng's brows had not diminished at all over the years. She was so valiant and dashing that even he, a grown man, felt a little unable to handle it.

Especially since his wives all obeyed Leng's every command, respecting her even more than they respected him, the head of the household.

If she were to unleash that overwhelming, overflowing charm of hers—the kind of feminine power that had nowhere else to go—upon his wives...

Then, in this enormous harem...

Would there even be any place for him anymore?! Thinking about the days ahead, Ximen Lang realized he might face the terrifying prospect of having no girls left to woo.

Breaking into a cold sweat, Ximen Lang blurted out,

"Impossible! Absolutely impossible!"

His outburst left both Leng and Little Retard completely bewildered. "What's impossible? What kind of fit are you throwing now?"

When Leng questioned him, Ximen Lang, still reeling from the blow his own speculation had dealt him, decisively grabbed her by the shoulders and said,

"Wife! Yan, Keisha, Qi Lin,