But as a woman herself, how could she not understand the hardship involved?
Who would truly be willing to share her husband with someone else?
Qin Zhengjun suddenly stopped and returned to the bedroom.
At last, he dug out a feather duster used for sweeping the bed. He had bought it from a stall on his last trip to the market.
Originally, he had simply wanted to reminisce about his childhood.
He had never expected to need it so soon.
Brandishing the feather duster, Qin Zhengjun strode angrily toward Qin Feng.
"You little bastard, get on your knees!"
Seeing his father furious, Qin Feng tried to soothe him.
"Dad, calm down. Don't make yourself ill."
Qin Feng found the living room rug and knelt down, looking at Zheng Yujie as he did. "Mom, hurry and get Dad's usual medicine."
Those words only made Qin Zhengjun angrier.
"You're still grinning? Look at what you've done!"
"Two such wonderful girls, and you... you... you've gone and... tell me yourself, aren't you a complete scoundrel?"
Qin Zhengjun jabbed Qin Feng in the shoulder with the feather duster.
"Dad, you're right. I'm a scoundrel."
"So you know you're a scoundrel! Tell me, what can you offer to guarantee you'll always treat those two girls well?"
"Well? I'm asking you, what guarantee can you give?"
"Don't tell me all you've got is that mouth of yours!"
The more Qin Zhengjun spoke, the angrier he became, whipping the feather duster through the air.
Little Fish and Bai Xiyue, hiding behind the door, both looked worried.
Bai Xiyue, in particular, was on the verge of tears.
"Little Fish, this is all my..."
"No, Sister Xiyue. It hurts me to see Qin Feng like this too, but if we go out and stop them now, his dad won't