Yao Wan: How Does It Feel to Surpass Me?

"Angry, my ass. Do I look like someone who gets angry that easily?"

Xiao Yan's question left Yao Wan utterly baffled. Why was this guy making such a fuss? Was it really necessary?

"Is it because seeing Wan'er angry is so rare that you had to ask?"

Xiao Yan could not help saying. At least in his view, although Wan'er was not as gentle and serene as Xian'er, the times she had truly lost her temper could be counted on one hand.

Besides, she had never been a particularly petty person. She was just a little narrow-minded sometimes.

"...Hmph. Don't think I don't know what you're thinking."

Yao Wan shook her head, then gave a light snort.

"What happened between you and her was a matter of fate between the two of you. When have I ever stopped you and Xun Er from acting all lovey-dovey?"

"But just because I don't stop you doesn't mean you can fool around."

"If fate brings it about, I wouldn't mind having a livelier girl in the courtyard someday. But stop playing dumb. I'd rather you openly tell me you want a concubine than have you wandering around absentmindedly day and night, fooling around with some wildflower outside."

Yao Wan could not help lightly poking Xiao Yan in the waist as she spoke sternly.

Xiao Yan looked at Yao Wan and fell silent for a moment before suddenly saying, "...Is this the magnanimity of the principal wife?"

"Huh? What?"

Yao Wan had not heard his mutter and responded instinctively.

"It's nothing. I should be the one thanking you—and apologizing."

Xiao Yan pulled Yao Wan into his arms. It was rather helpless, really. In the half year since he had broken through to the Dou Saint class and emerged from seclusion, they had clearly become