Appearances really could be deceiving.
Jiang Shuyue was beside herself with amusement: [I'm dying! The sight of him twisting his little waist and sobbing into a quilt must be utterly enchanting!]
Huahua: [More like an assault on the eyes. He's six feet tall, a textbook strapping northern man. Could you really stomach him whining and crying?]
Jiang Shuyue: *...*
She was still too naive. She would have to think three times before speaking in the future.
Beichen Qingfeng's heart shook violently, his pupils trembling as though struck by an earthquake.
He had never imagined his father was that kind of father!
Huahua: [What's more, he absolutely dotes on his sons. He often disguises himself as a tree or an artificial rockery and lurks wherever his sons study or practice martial arts to watch them in secret. When he heard his younger son envy other people's romantic encounters, he immediately paid ten beauties, each as lovely as a flower, to stage romantic encounters with him. His younger son was grinning from ear to ear...]
Jiang Shuyue: [You really wouldn't know it. What a thoughtful father.]
Thoughtful, my ass!
Beichen Qingfeng inwardly ranted up a storm. He had wondered why he always felt someone watching him.
So it had been that old geezer!
Beichen Qingyue was in a terrible mood now.
He had thought those girls were drawn to his charm, but it had actually been the power of money!
He had even successfully taken several of them as concubines, thinking it was true love...
Heavens, how was he supposed to face the three concubines at home now?
Huahua: *[The Prince of Beichen has always been thoughtful. When his two sons were little, he personally made all their bellybands, diapers, and tiger-head shoes. The Princess Consort never had to worry about a