Gong Heng had considerable knowledge and insight on the subject. He listed sixteen different types of married women, going into detail about their taste, features, temperament, figures, bearing... even what the length of their hair suggested.
Zeng Mu could only nod repeatedly and wait patiently for him to finish before summing it up. "No wonder. If your father found out about this, I doubt he'd merely strip you of your inheritance. He might even throw you out of the Gong Family. This would cause a sensation throughout the Royal City, wouldn't it? Who would have imagined that the son he was proudest of had such a secret fetish, and was keeping several married women at once?"
"My friend, please, I'll give you however much money you want. Just don't breathe a word to my father. If he finds out, I'm afraid his heart trouble will flare up again." Gong Heng pleaded once more, not caring in the slightest about his status. At that moment, status was nothing but an empty title to him.
"As long as you're not abducting women or abusing them, I won't interfere. It's consensual, after all. But for you, this is a sordid affair that can never see the light of day."
"Good, good. Once we get out of here, I'll give you a generous gift."
"Anyway, you really don't know who sent you those anonymous letters?"
He shook his head, firmly denying it in both manner and tone. "No, absolutely not. If I find out which bastard dared threaten me with this and fool me again and again, I'll make him disappear from the Royal City." Once he said it, he realized how inappropriate it sounded and hastily corrected himself. "I mean I'll pay him to leave. Nothing else whatsoever."
"All right, I have no