"Why are we talking about me? Let's get back to that brat. What makes him so different?"
Ma Xiaotao wasn't having it. She hated this sort of thing most of all.
"Let me give you an example."
Feng Ling thought for a moment, then said, "Back then, I asked Yan Shaozhe to leave those women and marry me, but he refused and left.
"If it had been Xiao Hao, he would've agreed to marry me, but he wouldn't have left the others. He'd have used force to persuade me, and he'd never have let me leave."
That little rascal was domineering by nature.
"That's it?"
Ma Xiaotao wasn't satisfied with that answer.
"Isn't that still just being a womanizer?"
"The key is that Xiao Hao is very good at persuading people. At least, I couldn't argue back. Otherwise, why would I be trying to set you two up?"
Feng Ling felt rather helpless. She even had a bit of a psychological shadow from it. Every time, she felt like she'd died several times over. She both loved and feared him, and had no confidence to argue or fight back.
If she really dug in her heels, that little rascal would probably lock her in a room and wage battle day and night. Just thinking about it scared her.
"He wouldn't actually hit you, would he, Teacher?"
Ma Xiaotao was even more confused. How had that brat persuaded her teacher?
"Of course he didn't hit me. He couldn't bear to."
Feng Ling smiled but said no more.
"Teacher, how did you end up with him? Aren't you the Cult Leader's Wife?"
Seeing that her teacher wasn't willing to explain, Ma Xiaotao didn't press her. Instead, she brought up something else. She'd never been able to make sense of this.
"Why do