To Qin Fen, the Heavenly Court was like a game—easy and carefree. He never put much thought into women, and with all the constant derailments along the way, things had spun beyond control. In everyone else's eyes, he was simply fooling around to the bitter end. So what was this situation?
Big Chef didn't understand. Qin Fen's unruliness, arrogance, fearlessness, and pure manly audacity had left a powerful impression in the Heavenly Court. He was like a firefly in the night—so dazzling, so bewitching.
Little Bean understood Big Chef's intentions all along. He truly had never meant to leave behind any romantic affairs over there, yet instead of being washed away by wind and rain, his romantic luck rose like the morning sun, shining with boundless brilliance—so blinding.
That was how Queen Mother had begun paying attention to him, and Chang'e as well. That was his personal charm. Whether you accepted it or not, you had to. Add to that his upright character, his hatred of evil, and his compassion for the world—so many virtues. Gold would shine wherever it went.
Little Bean wanted to throw up, violently. This beast could pull off something like that too? It was completely unscientific. The Heavenly Dao must have gone blind. He was obviously just sweet-talking them, damn it! After sweet-talking for so long, not only had he avoided the embarrassment of being exposed, he had even won the girls' favor. Damn it all, there was simply no reasoning with how bewitching this guy was.
Qin Fen was deeply depressed. "In more than twenty years, I've never once had a woman take a liking to me first. A fortune-teller said I had the fate of a Cursed Lone Star, doomed to a lonely life, but something's wrong with the Heavenly Court!" That was