Lust was a blade that scraped the bones. After leaving Xian Lin'er, Qian Ran felt deeply ashamed.
Xian Lin'er treated him quite well. Although she refused to yield on that final step, she satisfied him endlessly in every other respect. She even used her authority to give him special treatment.
Yet most of the time, Qian Ran really did not have her in his thoughts, which made him utterly despise his own lack of conscience. At the same time, he felt somewhat guilty toward Qian Duoduo. Old Qian had treated him pretty well, yet he was doing something that wronged him.
But he could not possibly do nothing and watch that honest man, Qian Duoduo, waste Xian Lin'er's finest years, either.
Now that he had transmigrated here, those wretched events certainly would not happen again. Qian Duoduo would never get the chance to move Xian Lin'er when he was on the verge of death. If things went on like this, both of them would be wasting their time.
"Old Qian, oh, Old Qian, you should find a less assertive woman. Keeping a strong-willed one tied to you is just a waste." Qian Ran sighed. It was not his fault; the main problem was that Qian Duoduo was too honest. Even after entering a sham marriage, he did not dare find an opportunity to make their marital relationship real. It was not as though someone in this world could sue him like in his previous life.
Time passed quickly, and the Treasure Appraisal Fair arrived.
Qian Ran held the card Xian Lin'er had given him. His wife was the dean of the Soul Tool Department, after all; she was not short of money. Her advice to him had been to spend whatever he needed. She had money anyway.
Such was the