"You... Hmph, you lecherous rogue! If your partner knew you were this kind of man, she might not even need me to deal with you." Jiang Ruoyao snorted coldly, lowered her head, and stopped paying Hua Yunfei any attention.
"To be honest, if I really were a lecherous rogue, she would probably be the happiest one," Hua Yunfei said confidently.
Twelve-Tenths
"She would be the happiest?"
Jiang Ruoyao raised the head she had just lowered.
Xue Ling'er and the Mitian True Spirit also looked over curiously, wearing expressions of eager gossip.
"To be honest, my wife is good in every way, except for one flaw. A very, very serious flaw."
"Whenever I think of that flaw, all I can do is sigh in silence, helpless and without a solution."
Hua Yunfei wore a deeply troubled expression.
"So what is this flaw?" Xue Ling'er blinked curiously.
"She always wants me to marry a few more wives. Better yet, she wants me to build a harem of three thousand beauties."
Xue Ling'er: "...?"
Mitian True Spirit: "...?"
Jiang Ruoyao: "...?"
The three fell silent as one.
Looking at the sorrowful look on Hua Yunfei's face now, no matter how they looked at it, it seemed more like smugness.
A wife like that could not be found even with a lantern.
Though the cultivation world was open-minded, people were selfish by nature. Few were willing to share their Dao Companions.
Those powerful figures all had three wives and four concubines, but in truth, they were all confidantes in beauty whom they had met along their journey. The men had feelings for every woman, while the women, for the sake of the man, could only silently accept one another.
That was how men came to have three wives and four concubines.
For Hua Yunfei