At the Great Estate in West Capital, there was one more freeloader at mealtime: Jin Feie.
She wanted to earn Ding Ling's approval.
Jin Feie had changed her unconventional hairstyle and clothes, put on makeup, donned a princess dress, tied her hair into a high ponytail, and taken off her glasses. She looked every inch a delicate, beautiful college student brimming with youthful energy.
Zhuang Dongdong's eyes lit up at the sight, but she said nothing. She trusted Ding Ling.
Zhang Siqing trusted Ding Ling too, but she didn't trust Jin Feie.
Nor did she trust any other woman.
All those women were acting like they'd gone mad. The moment they saw Ding Ling, they threw themselves at him one after another. Having such a popular boyfriend left her both proud and miserable.
She was so miserable that her sense of security was about to fall below the danger line.
It wasn't just Jin Feie whom she kept under close watch. She kept every girl under close watch. Who could blame her when her boyfriend was so outstanding and charming, constantly attracting girls without even realizing it? She was genuinely afraid that some of them might fall too deeply for him and steal him away.
She could keep watch over her boyfriend.
But her boyfriend was sometimes too kind and considerate. One careless moment, and someone might find a way in.
The women outside are all bad news. Husband, you're a man, so you have to be careful. Don't let them deceive you.
She had advised Ding Ling this more than once.
She truly feared that some fox spirit from outside would lure Ding Ling away.
Especially as Ding Ling's career grew bigger and bigger, that worry cut even deeper.
Take, for example, the least noteworthy of Ding Ling's many