Qian Renxue held her sword before Xu Ran, her slender brows raised, showing him no consideration whatsoever.
"Hiss." Xu Ran felt a headache coming on. Even an upright official could hardly settle a family dispute. This was going to be difficult.
Qian Renxue alone was already like this, and Bibi Dong was still to come. She would probably be even harder to handle.
Could he even go on living like this?
If he could not reassert his authority as a husband, his standing would probably plummet in the days ahead.
"Xue'er, let's talk this through. Don't start waving blades around. It's not good," Xu Ran said, looking at Qian Renxue.
"Hmph, what is there left to say between us? You actually dared to deceive me. You're dead!" Qian Renxue said angrily, slashing her sword at Xu Ran. Every grievance had its source, and every debt its debtor. Though furious, she did not drag Xue Wu into it.
"Damn!" Xu Ran twisted aside, and a streak of Sword Qi cut another gash through the wooden cabin. The whole cabin looked ready to collapse.
"Enough, Xue'er. Stop making trouble. Otherwise, I won't keep indulging you," Xu Ran said. Under ordinary circumstances, he would have said a few soothing words to Qian Renxue. But what sort of moment was this? Damn it, he and Xue Wu were still lying in the same bed.
And now, good grief, Qian Renxue had sliced the roof clean off, leaving the place open to the sky. And she was still going?
His perfect image in Xue Wu's heart was already gone. He did not even need to think about it to know that she now saw him as a faithless man whose lover had chased him all the way to his nest.
Ordinarily, Xu Ran would not