After an indescribable storm of passion, it naturally ended with Li Daoqiang’s complete victory. Panting breaths slowly drifted through the room. Li Daoqiang’s expression was smooth, quite satisfied. He Qinghua’s brows held a hint of contentment, but more than that, resentment. She kept glaring at the man beside her. Li Daoqiang naturally sensed it, but pretended not to notice. He leisurely held the enchanting body that could drive any man wild, a smile curling at his lips. He Qinghua watched, growing more indignant. After calming herself a bit, she said coldly, “What are you here for?” “Can’t I come see you?” Li Daoqiang said with a faint smile. “Hmph, aren’t you about to marry a new beauty? Do you still have time for me?” A layer of frost spread across He Qinghua’s face. Li Daoqiang’s expression didn’t change, calm and composed: “You know? Then I don’t need to say more.” “You!” He Qinghua faltered, barely holding back her anger. “Alright, what’s there to be angry about? Your man is this outstanding—taking a few more wives is only normal and proper.” Li Daoqiang looked at ease, as if it were only natural. “Pah.” He Qinghua was infuriated by this shameless attitude. “You’re just a lecher.” “That’s right, I’m a lecher. Is this the first day you’ve known?” Li Daoqiang glanced at her, unconcerned. Then he chuckled again, “If I weren’t a lecher, would you be with me?” He Qinghua was speechless, grinding her teeth in frustration. She couldn’t beat him in a fight, and when it came to words, his frankness was maddening—he was simply a rogue. In a fit of pique, she bit down on Li Daoqiang’s shoulder. Li Daoqiang calmly glanced at her again, then acted as if nothing had happened, letting her bite. He Qinghua bit for a few seconds, gradually increasing the pressure, but found she couldn’t even sink her teeth into his muscle. It wasn’t just hard—it was incredibly resilient. And he didn’t even make a sound, which only made her angrier. She punched him hard, then turned her back to Li Daoqiang. After a while, Li Daoqiang judged that He Qinghua had calmed down a bit, smiled, and reached out to hug her from behind. “Still angry? Alright, alright. You know what kind of man I am, Li Daoqiang. I like new things, but I never forget the old. As long as you’re obedient, you’ll always be one of my most beloved women.” “Who cares?” He Qinghua huffed coldly. “If you don’t care, I’ll leave then,” Li Daoqiang said with a light laugh. “Go ahead, quickly.” He Qinghua lifted her chin, refusing to back down. “Hmph, you woman, trying to drive your own man away—you really need to be taught a lesson. I won’t let you off easy today.” Li Daoqiang’s expression darkened, his voice dropping. With that, he arrogantly pressed forward. ... Another round of chaotic battle ensued. A day later, Li Daoqiang left the place. He departed refreshed, heading toward Huang Xuemei’s location. Huang Xuemei sometimes went out to investigate matters and wasn’t home. But since Li Daoqiang chose this time to come, he naturally knew she was there. He dismissed Qi Fu and walked straight into the room, ignoring the cold aura that seemed to push others away. He stepped forward and took her slender, jade-like hand. “Xuemei, I’ve come to see you. Have you missed me during this time?” Li Daoqiang said with a doting smile. Huang Xuemei glanced sideways at Li Daoqiang without speaking, but her meaning was clear. Li Daoqiang pretended not to notice and continued with a smile, “I knew it—Xuemei, you must have missed me. I missed you too. When you’re not by my side, I feel empty, like there’s no one I can truly trust.” “Ha.” Huang Xuemei couldn’t help but let out a cold laugh. Without looking at Li Daoqiang, she said disdainfully, “Isn’t the great chief about to marry another lovely wife? Still have the heart to think of others?” “Xuemei, you have to believe me. No matter how many wives I take, the one I love most is you. You’re the one I trust the most, the one who can walk with me till the end.” Li Daoqiang said with utmost seriousness and determination. He wasn’t surprised that Huang Xuemei knew the news. He hadn’t hidden this matter at all; he’d been preparing for over a month. If Huang Xuemei and He Qinghua didn’t know, it would only mean they paid no attention to Black Dragon Stronghold. That was impossible. Though neither of them was in the stronghold, they both had ample reason to keep an eye on it. “Ha, don’t. I’m not worth it.” Huang Xuemei let out another cold laugh, as if she saw through something, her chill deepening. Li Daoqiang felt a flicker of unease—could Huang Xuemei have seen through his lie? He kept his composure, showing no change, and said firmly, “What’s worth or not worth? I’ve set my heart on you, and that’s it—unchanged for a lifetime. I’ll stay with you, grow old together, for eternity.” Huang Xuemei clenched her jade hand, turned her head away, and said coldly, “Do you think I’d still believe you?” “Why not believe me? I’m a lecher, but I’m honest. Think about it, Xuemei—have I ever lied to you? All along, I’ve been sincere with you. No matter what, I’ve never deceived you. I, Li Daoqiang, am who I am—what you see is what you get. I never lie to you.” Li Daoqiang frowned, speaking solemnly. Huang Xuemei’s coldness faltered. Thinking it over, even with the He Qinghua matter, the bastard hadn’t exactly lied to her. He just hadn’t brought it up. Still, her dissatisfaction hadn’t faded. Without a word, she forcefully pulled her hand back. She closed her eyes to rest. Seeing this, Li Daoqiang reached out and took her hand again. He said nothing, quietly staying by her side. Gradually, he moved closer. Finally, he rested his head on Huang Xuemei’s fragrant shoulder. He murmured softly, “Xuemei, I’m a bit tired. Let me lean on you.” Huang Xuemei’s shoulder twitched, but when she couldn’t shake him off, she glared at him and then ignored him. Li Daoqiang didn’t push further. He quietly accompanied Huang Xuemei for over an hour. Then, he stayed with her for two more days. His approach was gentle. After all, dealing with different women required different methods and attitudes. With Huang Xuemei, he had already discovered some tricks. Gentle, quiet companionship was a good way. Huang Xuemei herself was someone used to silence, even solitude. Companionship was what she cherished most. But Li Daoqiang couldn’t give her long-term companionship; within his power, he could only offer brief moments. Leaving that place and returning to Black Dragon Stronghold, Li Daoqiang led a group of men toward Gusu. It was time to pick up Wang Yuyan. And precisely because it was time to pick her up, he had gone to appease the two women. Originally, he could have sent someone else to fetch Wang Yuyan—sending a grandmaster to show sincerity would have sufficed. But after some thought, he chose to go himself. (Chapter 2. Updates should resume tomorrow, so don’t say anything else.) ...