Many children, many blessings; a stunningly beautiful wife is given to you right from the start.

The bustling atmosphere in Dingbei Prefecture today is comparable to that of the city during the Spring Festival.

A fiery red figure, like a whirlwind, grabbed a man by the ear and dragged him out of Ting Liu Xuan with murderous intent.

"Ouch! It hurts! It hurts!"

"My lady, have mercy! My ear's going to fall off! It really is going to fall off!"

Lin Mo's wails echoed through the sky.

Qin Ruxue's pretty face was covered in frost, but flames burst forth from her phoenix eyes.

She completely ignored Lin Mo's pleas for mercy and increased the pressure on his hands by three points.

This scene instantly ignited the entire Dingbei Prefecture.

The passing servants, maids, and guards were all so astonished that their eyes nearly popped out of their sockets.

They all hid behind the pillars and beside the artificial hill, craning their necks and whispering to each other.

"Good heavens! Isn't that the Second Madam and... Master Lin Mo?"

"Second Madam...caught cheating in the kitchen?"

A servant who had just run over from near Tingliu Pavilion lowered his voice and mysteriously revealed some shocking news.

"That's not all! I heard that Master Lin Mo and his third wife were in the kitchen... doing that!"

"The doors are bolted from the inside!"

"The second wife kicked the door open and caught them red-handed!"

"hiss--"

Gasps of shock rose and fell.

"My goodness! Is Master Lin Mo really that brave?"

In an instant, rumors spread like wildfire throughout the mansion.

Furthermore, during its dissemination, it was embellished and became increasingly outrageous.

Version 1: [Jealousy Version]

The second and third wives got into a fight in the kitchen over the master's favor. The master sided with the third wife, which angered the second wife.

Version Two: [Ethical and Dramatic Version]

When the head of the family plotted against his third sister-in-law, he was caught red-handed by his second sister-in-law, resulting in a family tragedy.

Version 3: [Fantasy Cultivation Version]

The master is an unparalleled furnace, and the second and third wives are willing to turn against each other in order to seize his vital essence!

The image of Lin Mo as a "hidden master" that he had painstakingly built up in Dingbei Prefecture collapsed at this moment.

Instead, there is a "peerless romantic rogue" who dares to switch between his two sisters-in-law repeatedly, possessing both skill and daring.

……

"Bang!"

Qin Ruxue's door was kicked shut with a loud bang.

She threw Lin Mo into the house and then bolted the door shut.

Lin Mo staggered, and before he could regain his balance, he felt a sharp gust of wind rushing towards him.

Clang—!

The Lianhua Sword emitted a clear, melodious dragon's roar, and its cold tip came to a steady stop an inch in front of his Adam's apple.

The cold light gleaming on the sword's edge reflected in Qin Ruxue's phoenix eyes, which burned with fury.

"Lin Mo!"

Her voice was chillingly cold.

"Before you die, is there anything else you want to say?"

Lin Mo's Adam's apple bobbed involuntarily as he felt the piercing chill emanating from the tip of the sword.

He knew that any attempt to argue or beg for mercy would only add fuel to the fire.

At this critical moment of life and death, Lin Mo's inner drama queen was ignited.

He suddenly dropped all his playful expressions, and his eyes became extremely serious.

even,

It also carried a hint of guilt and resolve.

"have."

Lin Mo looked into Qin Ruxue's eyes and said, word by word.

"Ru Xue, what happened last night was my fault."

Qin Ruxue was taken aback, clearly not expecting him to start with this.

"I admit that I used some underhanded methods to deceive you, to trick you into wearing that dress and dancing that kind of dance."

Lin Mo's gaze was honest and unwavering.

"My way is bastardly."

I apologize to you.

Upon hearing this, the slight resentment in Qin Ruxue's heart quietly eased a little.

What angered her most was not the dancing itself, but the feeling of being deceived and fooled by him.

But before she could speak, Lin Mo abruptly changed the subject.

"but!"

Lin Mo stared intently at Qin Ruxue, his voice low and resolute.

I have no regrets.

"Because I saw it."

"I saw the most beautiful scenery in the world."

"To have seen such beauty in you, I, Lin Mo, have no regrets in this life, and I can die without regrets!"

"..."

Qin Ruxue was a little confused.

These words were shameless yet tinged with sincerity, vulgar yet laced with a touch of deep affection.

What happened?

The image of herself awkwardly dancing in front of him last night, wearing that shameful dress, flashed through her mind.

Her cheeks flushed red instantly.

Feeling both ashamed and angry,

But deep in my heart...

Why did a hint of sweetness arise from his teasing?

That bastard!

How could he say such shameful things with such a serious expression!

"Hmph! Smooth talker!"

Qin Ruxue's pretty face turned fierce, and she snorted coldly, but her wrist unconsciously sank slightly.

The sword tip, which had been pressed against Lin Mo's throat, silently fell.

call--

Lin Mo breathed a sigh of relief; his back was already ice-cold.

We've finally gotten through this hurdle...

But he hadn't finished exhaling.

Clang!

The Lianhua Sword, which he had just put down, was raised again, its cold blade pressed directly against his neck this time.

Qin Ruxue gritted her teeth, her phoenix eyes blazing with fury once more.

"Let's leave that matter aside for now."

"But tell me honestly, what were you and your third sister doing sneakily in the kitchen?!"

Her voice carried a strong bitterness that she herself was unaware of.

Upon hearing this, Lin Mo immediately understood.

So that's where the root of the problem lies.

He looked at Qin Ruxue's sullen face, clearly intending to interrogate her, but the jealousy in her eyes was impossible to hide.

So she was jealous!

That makes things much easier.

Lin Mo's courage grew instantly.

Instead of retreating, he took a big step forward to meet the sword's edge.