As long as he’s not a bookworm, what’s the big deal with a bit of playfulness? If a man doesn’t have a few twists and turns in his guts, without his own ways, that would truly be dull. He couldn’t even begin to handle relationships between men and women if his thoughts weren’t as intricate as those of women.
Whether it’s the servile bootlicker or the misandrist who’s cold and indifferent, they’re just moving from one extreme to the other. That’s no good at all.
Zhao Qian’er’s eyes lifted slightly.
The two peerless fairies in front of her were accustomed to high stature, but now found their roles reversed; their pouring of wine and serving of dishes was completely different from her own approach.
Zhao Qian’er had a strange sharpness in observing the things around her, and even more so when it came to grasping people’s hearts. This was cultivated from the difficult environment she remembered from her earliest days, always passively and silently honing this innate ability.
If not for this sharpness, how could the young Qian’er have survived long enough to meet Rong’er brother and Miss in the firewood room?
The little girl smiled brightly.
To put it simply, this sharpness meant she knew who was good to her and who was not.
She knew who the most important person in her world was; who was just a passing cloud, not worth a moment’s emotion.
Zhao Qian’er tilted her head slightly and couldn’t help but reach out to touch Zhao Rong’s head:
Well, playing and liking to play are both fine, and even Qian’er can help you. I believe Miss won’t say anything about it. However, Rong’er brother, you should also know who truly cares for you, who’s really important to you, who’s the one that will stay by your side for the rest of your life. You can’t be too playful.
The most important thing is... you must absolutely not play with Qian’er and Miss, messing with the two childhood sweethearts who regard you as important as the sun.
Aside from that, bullying... well, that’s possible. After all, you, this stinky childhood friend, have been bullying us from a young age. It’s like a grudge from a past life, all the tears and pain, the heartache and worries, are debts being repaid to you...
The little girl gazed at Rong’er brother, understanding that if anyone was the most proactive and devoted around him, it would undoubtedly be her and Miss, just as it had always been from childhood.
The other women almost all approached with ulterior motives, but what about Qian’er and Miss? What were they pining for from Rong’er brother? Oh, except for his heart. They would gladly give him their cultivation, their Flying Swords, and all good things.
The Miss even broke a Class A sword.
Therefore, the same rationale applied to her and Miss, with even more reckless abandon—Rong’er brother could easily dominate them, vastly expanding the gap in status within the relationship, and taking the most dominant position.
With the unfamiliar Su Qingdai and Luo Xiu, who approached with a purpose, he had to proceed step by step, yet with Qian’er and Miss, why bother with such trouble? Once was enough.
Just like the last time at Qinglian Inn, Rong’er brother, who was despised by them for his shamelessness, if he had suddenly put on a stern face, turned around in anger, would she and Miss dare to go against him? Wouldn’t they have to become utterly compliant, doing everything to please Rong’er brother, afraid of upsetting the one they adore. And then, whether it’s which bed to sleep in, how many pairs of shoes are under it, or how many heads can be pressed at night, isn’t it all up to him?
If Rong’er brother continues this way, then they will be completely oppressed, everything will revolve around him, and he can easily maintain the most dominant position in the relationship. If Rong’er brother becomes colder hearted, toying with the devoted childhood sweethearts, like being warm to them one moment and cold the next, causing her and Miss to be anxious and desperately seeking relief...
Zhao Qian’er, lost in her thoughts, bit her lower lip a bit harder.
If that’s the case, she and Miss would ultimately be very disappointed and heartbroken, blaming themselves.
Because this isn’t a normal relationship among the three who plan to spend their lives together, living well and in harmony. It’s an unhealthy one, built on the continuous exploitation of their weak positions.
Zhao Qian’er felt that the healthiest way for the three to interact would be:
They would give Rong’er brother a piece of candy with full hope, and after tasting it, he’d also give them a piece of candy with a bright smile, keeping their mouths and hearts sweet. Mutual giving, with each genuine feeling offered to the other being sincerely reciprocated.
And not just greedily consuming the candy they offer without giving any back to them.
Fortunately, she and Miss found a good man.
Now, Rong’er brother cherishes them, treating those truly important to him with care and respect.
Even before, he respected little Qian’er a little too much, always dodging the ’second wife’ topic and even telling Miss to make her own decisions, not to be constrained by her status as a bridal dowry servant.
At the time, she just felt that stinky Rong’er brother was just a bookworm. Couldn’t he be a little more wicked, a little more lecherous? Why couldn’t he just claim his wife’s bridal dowry servant for himself? ...Qian’er couldn’t possibly leave. She had to cling to him, annoy him for a lifetime, not letting the bullying she suffered as a child be in vain, especially the matter of counting stars and being a second wife. You’re not allowed to run away until we finish counting...
So regarding Rong’er brother, who often ends up embarrassed in front of her and Miss, little Qian’er might scold him as a stinky trotter, but her heart is as if smeared with honey, sweet as can be. Just watching him take a nap could make her happy all afternoon.
In fact, if Rong’er brother weren’t just , how could she and Miss have devoted their hearts uniquely to him for a lifetime?
Even if it means becoming the wife of a Confucian, bound by stringent social norms, they are willing to dress and adorn themselves for him, to uphold the womanly virtues, waiting on him, humbling themselves, with him as their honor.
Even if for a Sword Cultivator, the Sword Heart should be pure as glazed, the Great Dao Tranquility unbound, they willingly engrave his name onto the Glazed Sword Heart, reflecting his image across the entire Heart Lake.
Because he is Rong’er brother.
Zhao Qian’er lowered her head, the corners of her lips curving.