Two Women at Each Other's Throats

For a moment, Dai Chengfeng had no idea how to perfectly calm the two women down. In the end, he could only bite the bullet and muddle through.

It was just that even he himself felt guilty saying those words:

"They're... they're both quite nice. Each has its own merits, each has its own merits..."

His gaze drifted, not daring to look directly into Bibi Dong's beautiful eyes, which seemed calm and unruffled on the surface but were in truth surging with undercurrents. He dared even less to look at Liu Erlong's scrutinizing, puzzled stare.

What awful luck...

Dai Chengfeng grumbled inwardly, utterly helpless. How was it that on the rare occasion Bibi Dong came out, she happened to run into Liu Erlong?

And when Bibi Dong heard Dai Chengfeng's words, she felt somewhat annoyed.

But the more she felt that way, the more pitiful and delicate she looked on the surface, performing the aggrieved look of someone "disdained by her cousin" to perfection.

She suddenly let go of Dai Chengfeng's arm. The movement was gentle, yet carried a deliberate sense of distance, as if silently accusing him of being heartless.

Moving lightly with lotus steps, she walked alone to the counter and picked up the jade hairpin that had triggered this whole disturbance. Her fingertips gently stroked the body of the pin, and her back, facing the two of them, radiated an indescribable loneliness and grievance.

When she spoke again, her voice carried just the right hint of a lowered, nasal tone. Every word seemed soaked in vinegar, sour and astringent as it bored into Dai Chengfeng's ears:

"Since Cousin thinks it's no good, then forget it.

"It was my poor taste to begin with. The thing I chose couldn't enter Cousin's eyes, so no wonder Cousin couldn't even