Writing a Diary in Douluo: Bibi Dong Went Crazy

"Uh..." Zhao Ling had not expected Ah Yin to react so strongly either.

It seemed Ah Yin really had been exhausted lately. His dream of enjoying the blessings of multiple wives would have to wait.

So Zhao Ling nodded slightly, then smiled at Ah Yin. "All right, all right, Yin'er, don't be angry. I promise I'll let you rest properly today. Will that do?"

"Really? You're not lying to me, are you?" Ah Yin gave Zhao Ling a suspicious glance. Sometimes, she really could not understand her husband.

At times, her husband was considerate down to the smallest detail, willing to suppress his desires to give her a full night's rest. At other times, however, this fellow turned into an utterly deranged beast...

"Really. Of course it's true. Truer than pearls." Zhao Ling nodded without hesitation, took the table and chairs he had bought on the street out of his Storage Space, then brought out cooked beef, roast chicken, lotus-leaf rice, and other food.

"All right, Yin'er, get up and eat. You must be starving by now. We didn't go out for dinner last night, and you've been resting all morning. Be good, get up and wash. It's time for lunch."

"Mm..." Ah Yin nodded, straightened her nightdress, and got out of bed before hobbling into the bathroom to wash.

Watching her hobble away, Bibi Dong gave Zhao Ling an odd look and warned him.

"Husband, if you dare leave me in such a miserable state, you'd better watch out..."

Before she finished, she shaped her right hand into a knife and chopped downward. Zhao Ling instinctively backed away several steps, a chill rising from his soles that frightened him into clamping his legs together.

Had anyone else made that gesture at Zhao Ling, he naturally would not have taken it to heart.

But who was Bibi Dong? Once she turned to darkness, she was someone capable of swallowing her teacher alive and stripping him to the bone.

She was that venomous woman who could wipe out the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect and the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan until only a handful of lone seedlings remained.

If he truly infuriated this girl, she might really do anything. He hurriedly gave Bibi Dong an apologetic smile.

"D-Dong'er, my dear wife, could you please not frighten your husband? I'm so scared..."

Seeing how frightened Zhao Ling looked, Bibi Dong could not help bursting into laughter.

"All right, all right, I was only joking. What are you so afraid of?"

When Ah Yin came out of the room and saw that Zhao Ling and Bibi Dong had already sat down at the table they had set up, she took another chair.

Honestly, she really was starving. She had eaten neither last night nor this morning. It would have been strange if she were not hungry.

After lunch, a bored Zhao Ling took a deck of playing cards carved from wood out of his Storage Space.

Back when he had lived alone deep in the mountains and forests, aside from cultivating, he had tinkered with toys from his previous life to amuse himself, such as playing cards, Chinese chess, Mahjong, and Go. This had become his best way of relieving boredom.

After taking out the cards, Zhao Ling began teaching the two women how to play. With their intelligence, they soon learned how to play Fight the Landlord.

He had to admit, cards were only fun with three or more people.

Previously, Zhao Ling had held all three hands himself, calling for and competing to become the landlord on his own. It had been so boring that he did not even know how he had muddled through those dozen-odd years.

But... what Zhao Ling found strange was that, after their sixth game, his win rate began dropping sharply, while the two women's rose rapidly.

Bibi Dong in particular had a win rate of over 55% as the landlord. Ah Yin came next, winning 30% of the time when she was the landlord.

Yet whenever Zhao Ling became the landlord, the two women joined forces and slaughtered him without leaving a single scrap of armor, thrashing him until he nearly withdrew into himself.

By the twentieth game, Zhao Ling tossed down his cards and said with a stiff face, "I'm done. These cards aren't any fun. I'll teach you Chinese chess instead. It's much more interesting than cards."

But at those words, Ah Yin and Bibi Dong both smiled strangely. Their peculiar looks made Zhao Ling want to burst into tears.

W-what was this supposed to be? Even if he had not played a thousand games of Fight the Landlord, he had played hundreds. How had two beginners like Ah Yin and Bibi Dong slaughtered him without leaving a scrap of armor?

Unconvinced, Zhao Ling took out a Chinese chess set, placed it before them, and declared with complete conviction.

"This is Chinese chess. Don't be fooled by this small board and its mere thirty-two pieces. Within these few inches lurk countless deadly opportunities. Military tactics and strategies can all be displayed on this tiny board. Are you prepared?"

With that, Zhao Ling arranged the pieces in their proper positions and explained the rules to the two women, who listened attentively.

Soon, Bibi Dong was the first to play against Zhao Ling. As an experienced player, Zhao Ling naturally had no trouble facing a novice like her.

For the first three games, Zhao Ling thrashed Bibi Dong rather badly. However, he noticed that each of those three games grew harder than the last. From the fourth game onward, Zhao Ling realized he was a complete dud...

Chapter 95: Thrashed into Withdrawal

Even if he racked his brains, Zhao Ling would never have imagined that, in just four games, Bibi Dong would go from being utterly routed by him to utterly routing him.

Moreover, from the fifth game onward, Zhao Ling hardly won at all. By the twelfth game, he could no longer keep his composure.

What the hell was going on? Wasn't Dong'er's ability to learn far too terrifying?

Before transmigrating, my Chinese chess rank hadn't been high, but I'd at least been at the seventh-dan level.

Even if I'd had no opponents to play Chinese chess with after transmigrating to the Douluo Continent, I'd still spent plenty of time studying it myself.

Yet this girl Dong'er had taken only three or four games to thrash him into withdrawal.

People really were different. Dong'er truly lived up to being that deeply scheming, ruthless Pope from the original work. He could not compare. He simply could not compare.

So Zhao Ling thought of playing a few games against Ah Yin instead, believing he could pick a soft persimmon to squeeze.

But he soon discovered that Ah Yin was equally intelligent and perceptive. During the dozen-odd games he had played with Bibi Dong, Ah Yin had already figured Chinese chess out thoroughly.

As a result, from his second game against Ah Yin onward, Zhao Ling felt every step become a struggle.

If Bibi Dong's style was bold and sweeping, crazed yet decisive, winning through unexpected moves...

Then Ah Yin's style overcame hardness with softness, hid a knife behind a smile, and was steady as could be.

In any case, the miserable Zhao Ling was once again thrashed into withdrawal. He simply gave up his seat and went to face the wall by himself.

That evening, Zhao Ling and Ah Yin checked out of their hotel, and Bibi Dong arranged rooms for them in one of Spirit Hall's side halls.

Now that Zhao Ling had gained the approval of both Qian Xunji and his father, Qian Daoliu, he could be considered half a member of Spirit Hall.

Although Zhao Ling brought Ah Yin into Spirit Hall, Bibi Dong voiced no objection, so Qian Xunji, as her teacher, said nothing further either.

Besides, the talent Zhao Ling had displayed was truly terrifying. He had only awakened his Martial Soul at sixteen, yet had become a Titled Douluo in a mere fifteen years.

Furthermore, Zhao Ling's last three Soul Rings were all red hundred-thousand-year rings. Even Qian Daoliu, who had undertaken part of the Angel God's Divine Trial, did not possess such a Soul Ring Configuration.

On that point alone, he felt it was perfectly normal for Zhao Ling to have a few more women. If possible, it would be good for all of Zhao Ling's future wives and children to join Spirit Hall.

That would bind Zhao Ling deeply to Spirit Hall, making it even less likely that he would abandon it when he became a Deity in the future.

Thinking about it, Qian Xunji felt his decision was truly brilliant and wise.

Ah Yin, meanwhile, was not at all panicked about moving into Spirit Hall's side hall.

She was now completely certain that, as long as the Soul-Sealing Seal Zhao Ling had cast on her remained intact, not a single person in Spirit Hall could detect her identity as a Soul Beast.

Living right under the noses of so many Titled Douluos in Spirit Hall felt wonderful and thrilling, far more interesting than having to obediently hide in remote little villages as she had before.

Moreover, she carried the Pear Blossom Needles in a Rainstorm her husband had given him. If anyone truly lacked the sense to leave her alone, a single volley of Pear Blossom Needles in a Rainstorm would definitely leave them with more trouble than they could handle.

Since Zhao Ling had promised Ah Yin that he would not torment her tonight, she rested alone in the room Bibi Dong had arranged for her.

Zhao Ling, meanwhile, followed Bibi Dong to her bedchamber. As she closed the door, she felt a pair of large hands wrap around her waist.

Bibi Dong did not resist at all. She turned around and nimbly looped her arms around Zhao Ling's neck. After gazing at each other for a moment, they began kissing deeply and passionately.

After a little over a minute, their lips parted, and Zhao Ling scooped Bibi Dong into his arms and walked toward the bed.

Bibi Dong's pretty face flushed crimson. She felt rather apprehensive now. Surely her husband was not truly as terrifying as little sister Ah Yin had described?

He shouldn't be. He definitely wasn't. She hurriedly reassured her uneasy, wildly pounding heart.

But she soon discovered, to her misery, that little sister Ah Yin's description of her husband had been far too superficial. How could the word "terrifying" possibly describe him?

At noon the next day, Zhao Ling woke from his sleep and looked at the breathtaking beauty beside him.

Desire surged in his eyes once more. Bibi Dong, who had been pretending to sleep beside him, jumped in fright and hurriedly shifted away, trying to put as much distance between them as possible.

Zhao Ling wanted to draw her into his arms, but Bibi Dong was so frightened that she hurriedly held up both hands to block him. "H-husband, don't come over. Don't come near me! Hurry and go find little sister Ah Yin, please..."

"..." Zhao Ling smiled awkwardly. He was actually being rejected. How miserable.

Seeing Bibi Dong's wary expression, Zhao Ling hurriedly explained.

"Dong'er, don't worry. Until you've recovered, I won't do anything to you. Your husband just wants to hold you. Absolutely nothing but a hug. I swear to heaven..."

"Save it. Get dressed and leave the room!" Bibi Dong raised a hand and pointed at the door, speaking with absolute finality.

"Um, Dong'er, my dear wife, there's no need for this, is there? I really only want to hold you..." Zhao Ling hurriedly said with a placating smile.

"Are you leaving or not? If you won't leave, I'll go myself." With that, Bibi Dong looked as though she really would climb out from under the covers.

How could Zhao Ling dare let her leave the room in this state? He hurriedly nodded.

"All right, I'll leave right away. Right away. I'll have someone prepare something for you to eat..."

With that, Zhao Ling hurriedly dressed and fled Bibi Dong's bedchamber in a sorry state.

Once Zhao Ling had left, Bibi Dong's stern, pretty face became a mask of agony.

"Boohoo, it's all that damned system's fault for giving my husband a threefold physique boost. It's practically killing me..."

What depressed her even more was that, before long, the door opened again, and Ah Yin walked in, gloating and waggling her eyebrows at her.

"Hehe, big sister Dong'er, how does it feel to be ravaged by our husband? Aren't you blissfully happy? Can you understand why I wanted to find more sisters now?"

Seeing Ah Yin gloat and tease her, Bibi Dong replied petulantly.

"No. I absolutely can't understand. You were our husband's first woman, so he should only ravage you. I shouldn't have been ravaged by him in the first place..."

Ah Yin was displeased to hear that too. "Oh, please. Our husband likes you more. He should torment you alone every day."

Still wearing a mask of agony, Bibi Dong replied, "Nonsense. Our husband doesn't seem to like you any less than me. Don't even think about pushing him onto me alone."

Outside the door, Zhao Ling returned pushing a meal cart and heard the two women bickering, leaving him speechless. Clearly, during their time at the Great Soul Arena, they had both been fighting jealously over him.

How many days had it been? After eating their fill and wiping their mouths clean, these two girls were pushing him back and forth. What kind of world was this?

Chapter 96: I'll Have a Chance to Call You Father-in-Law

With a creak, Zhao Ling pushed the door open and entered, his face full of smiles.

"Dong'er, Yin'er, is it really right to push your husband back and forth like this? You'll hurt my feelings."

At those words, Bibi Dong and Ah Yin's expressions stiffened, and they felt rather awkward.

Their husband had actually heard them pushing Zhao Ling back and forth. If he "retaliated" against them over this, they would have no grounds to protest.

"Husband, that's not what we meant. We were just, just..."

Ah Yin hurriedly turned to Zhao Ling with a gentle smile, wanting to explain, but she could not think of an excuse right away.

She could hardly say that it was all because her husband's physique was too terrifying for her to bear, could she? Did she not have any dignity left?

Bibi Dong hurriedly chimed in. "That's right, husband, that's not what we meant. We..."

She did not know how to voice her complaints either and was momentarily tongue-tied.

Zhao Ling did not tease the two women. He simply pushed the meal cart into Bibi Dong's room and took a dining table and chairs out of his Storage Space.

"All right, if you can't find an excuse, stop trying. Hurry and get up to eat. People are iron and food is steel; miss one meal, and hunger makes you reel."

After setting up the table and chairs, Zhao Ling took the food from the cart one dish at a time and arranged it on the table.

Seeing this, Ah Yin happily took a seat, while Zhao Ling knew that moving around would certainly be inconvenient for Bibi Dong today.

So he went to the bedside, scooped her into his arms, and carried her into the bathroom to help her wash thoroughly.

Just as Zhao Ling was about to carry Bibi Dong out of the bathroom, her pretty face flushed with embarrassment. "W-wait, husband. I need to relieve myself."

"..." Zhao Ling had nearly forgotten about that. Only then did he set Bibi Dong down on the toilet and turn his back to her, lest she misunderstand and think he wanted to peek.

Hearing the rustling sounds behind him, Zhao Ling turned a deaf ear. Only after Bibi Dong said she was done did he carry her to the basin, wash and dry her hands, and return to the dining table.

Looking at the same unchanging breakfast on the table, Bibi Dong pursed her lips in dissatisfaction. "Milk, bread, butter, and salad again. I'm sick of eating them."

After setting her down, Zhao Ling glanced over the food on the table and understood.

The Douluo Continent already had many Western elements from his previous life, so it was no surprise that its eating habits were similar to those of the West.

Since Dong'er said she was tired of foods such as milk and bread, he would personally make her something different when he had the chance.

Steamed buns, stuffed buns, pancakes, fried dough sticks, steamed dumplings, and the like.

During the past fifteen years of living alone deep in the mountains and forests, he had made these foods from memory to satisfy his appetite, and they had turned out quite respectable. They should satisfy her.

At that thought, the corners of Zhao Ling's mouth lifted slightly, and he smiled at Bibi Dong and Ah Yin.

"Dong'er, Yin'er, when I have time, your husband will personally make breakfast for you. It definitely won't be bread and milk like this. Just wait and see."

"Hehe, really? Then I'll be looking forward to it." Bibi Dong's eyes immediately lit up, her beautiful gaze filled with anticipation.