Normal. Perfectly normal. For a woman to be jealous and possessive was only natural.
As Long Cheng's lover, it was perfectly reasonable for Ding Yuqin to worry that he might flirt around outside, so she had deliberately sent her little maid to gather information on him, even to follow him.
What could be done? Long Cheng was simply too outstanding. There were indeed quite a few people eyeing him like tigers watching prey.
Most importantly, Long Cheng himself was not a man devoted to one woman. Instead, he plucked flowers wherever he went—even Ding Yuqin herself had once been one of the flowers he had picked.
"Oh? So you merely exchanged martial arts and discussed the Martial Dao with those people? You did not interact with any of their female relatives? Why did I hear from Huan'er that yesterday afternoon, you were together with a very beautiful woman? She saw it with her own eyes!"
Long Cheng's face fell, and he repeatedly cried out in misery.
"Yuqin, I was wondering why I saw that little girl Huan'er yesterday. So you were the one who sent her to follow me."
"So what if I was? Don't you know what sort of man you are? Every time you see a pretty young girl or a lovely young wife, your legs turn to lead. If I did not keep a close eye on you, who knew how many confidantes you would have in Lingwu City.
"I had Huan'er watch you for your own good, lest you fail to restrain yourself, stir up some disaster in the future, and leave our Ding Family to wipe your backside."
At this moment, Ding Yuqin's acting exploded into full force. She portrayed a jealous woman with exquisite vividness. Her tone, her expression—the sour tang of jealousy was