As Xiang Yuan regretted Xiao Lingyue's careless words, he marveled at how impossible it was to understand a girl's thoughts. They changed far too quickly.
He considered himself to understand Xiao Lingyue well. At first glance, she seemed neither competitive nor grasping, but in truth she was cold on the outside and warm within, exceptionally strong-willed.
Xiang Yuan, Xiao Lingyue, and Chan'er had all undergone dual cultivation of the Primordial Spirit together. Their relationship was bound together, impossible to sever. Forced to coexist, Xiao Lingyue had always intended to overwhelm Chan'er. With the bearing and methods of the principal wife, she tolerated Chan'er at every turn, achieving all-around suppression.
By comparison, not only were Chan'er's methods inferior, even her barbed sarcasm lacked some of its bite.
It had nothing to do with intelligence or strength. The two had grown up in different environments. Chan'er was a demoness, while Xiao Lingyue came from a distinguished family and had been steeped in its influence since childhood. Chan'er had lost right at the starting line.
Thus, in Xiang Yuan's view, since Xiao Lingyue held the upper hand, she ought to advance steadily and surely—securing her undefeated position while expanding her advantage, until Chan'er willingly called her elder sister.
And then, out of nowhere, she called in outside help and tattled to the parents...
Xiang Yuan sighed with feeling. Xiang Yuan could only say that he still did not understand women. The art of keeping the scales balanced was far more complicated than he had imagined.
Seeing Xiang Yuan at a loss for words, Cheng Yuling revealed a look of astonishment. "You child, have you really been flirting with other women outside?"
Xiang Yuan did not wish to deny Chan'er's existence and said stiffly, "Mother, Lingyue, she..."
"Lingyue still doesn't know about this!"
Cheng