"Miss Weiwei has been with Husband for so many years, so Husband must have deep feelings for Miss Weiwei too, right?" Comrade Xiaochán said.
An Yang narrowed his eyes and said nothing. He turned around and gripped her hand, terrified that she might feel upset because of it, but the response he received was that Comrade Xiaochán also grabbed his hand tightly in return.
"Husband cares about me, and I'm very glad. But Husband should also know that for a classical woman, this is actually already an extravagant hope." Comrade Xiaochán lowered her head to look at him very calmly, wearing a faint smile. "I really shouldn't hope for too much. Husband has already given me many things I shouldn't have been able to get, and I'm already very satisfied."
After a pause, she added frankly, "I love Husband very much, and I also hope Husband belongs only to me, but the fact is that I won't be unhappy because of this. Naturally, I won't feel sad because Husband accepts Miss Weiwei either."
An Yang lowered his head slightly to avoid looking at her, his gaze still flickering uncertainly.
As an adult with normal worldviews, who had received higher education and read many books, he certainly knew that the ideology of feudalism was completely a poison to women.
There is no evidence to suggest that women living in feudal ancient times would mind at all about the man they loved having three wives and four concubines, even if she had already been poisoned to the point of thinking that a man having multiple partners was a matter of course, believing that she should accept all her man's decisions with a calm mind, and even thinking that the jealousy and dissatisfaction rising from the bottom of her heart were things she