Zhou Cheng placed great value on Fan Ruoruo's medical abilities.
Perhaps, as a Grandmaster, he had little need of them himself, but the women around him needed them very much.
After all, this was an age when giving birth meant taking a stroll through the gates of hell. No one could guarantee that nothing would go wrong.
"Please say no more, Your Highness."
Fan Ruoruo's expression darkened a little.
"Your Highness is already betrothed to the Ye Family's daughter. Besides, you are so affectionate and generous with your love, with so many female confidantes around you. What need could you have for one more Ruoruo?"
With Fan Xian keeping an eye on him, she had heard plenty of gossip about Zhou Cheng.
She knew that just two days ago, this man had taken his women on an outing beyond the city.
Objectively speaking, Zhou Cheng did treat his women very well. But she had also heard that he had taken no fewer than four women with him, holding two in his arms in the carriage while the other two nestled against his sides.
If she really married him, she would not even know where to sit in the carriage.
Come to think of it, there was something else she could not quite understand.
Though she was not close to Ye Linger, she had heard of her. She could not understand how such a proud girl could tolerate sharing him with other women.
"Affectionate and generous with my love?"
Zhou Cheng chuckled.
"You certainly live up to your reputation as a talented lady, Miss Ruoruo. If you want to call me a womanizer, just say so. Yet you make it sound so tactful and pleasing."
He poured himself another cup of tea, lifted it, and gently blew across it.
"You are