"How could that be?! Wife, what kind of person I am—does anyone else not know? You should know better than anyone!"
"Even if I were to let anyone down, I could never let you down! You're my First Wife. Do you understand what that means?"
As he spoke, Ximen Lang directly yanked out a lock of hair from Leng's forehead, making her cry out in pain.
Before Leng could get angry, Ximen Lang used the same method to yank out a lock of his own hair. He grimaced in pain as well.
Then, under Leng's exasperated yet amused gaze, Ximen Lang moved with lightning speed and, with astonishing haste, braided the two locks of hair back and forth dozens of times.
But in the end, because Ximen Lang's hair was cut in a buzz cut, he still couldn't weave the two locks together.
Helpless and completely out of options, Ximen Lang could only give up.
"Anyway, that's what I meant. As long as you understand the spirit of it."
This infuriated Leng.
She grabbed Ximen Lang by the ear and gave him a thorough scolding.
"So that's your reason for yanking out such a huge lock of my hair without my permission?!"
She touched the front of her head, which was nearly bald from Ximen Lang's plucking, and saw that the bastard had really gone all out.
Leng said resentfully, "You nearly made me bald! Is this how you treat your First Wife?!"
After being scolded by Leng, Ximen Lang realized that he had indeed been a little too rough.
He said, extremely embarrassed, "Don't they always do this on television? They say that a married couple should tie their hair together into a beautiful bow. That way, they'll be bound together forever."
"Then you put it in a little