"Hehe." Yang Ruxin went over and opened the door, her smile lacking genuine warmth, "This just shows how charming Eighth Master is... Maybe in a few days, I’ll have to start calling you my uncle..."
"Don’t scare me like that." Qi Jingyi almost cried, "I can’t handle that..."
"Yang Baihe is destined for wealth and luxury; my grandmother says she has the fate of an empress," Yang Ruxin slightly raised her eyebrow, "She’s also set on marrying into a wealthy family, and tell me, after finally meeting a rich and handsome man like you, could she possibly let go?"
"What should I do?" Qi Jingyi slumped his shoulders, "She sticks to me like a plaster."
"Then just make it so she can’t find you, can’t you?" Yang Ruxin rolled her eyes at Qi Jingyi, "Why do you have to flaunt yourself in front of her? I’m telling you, there are several more women like Yang Baihe in the surrounding villages. When that time comes..."
Qi Jingyi immediately shivered at the thought; he really couldn’t imagine what it would be like to be surrounded by a group of those women.
"Eighth Master, it’s not like you’re the only rich, high-status, handsome man around here, right?" Gu Qingheng, who had been silent, suddenly spoke up. Just in that short time, he had positioned himself in his wheelchair at the doorway, "Perhaps..."
Qi Jingyi swiftly looked at Gu Qingheng and then burst into laughter, "You... are smart..." Then he turned and walked outside. However, just as he reached the door, he stopped and looked back at Yang Ruxin, "Our cooperation..." It seemed he couldn’t afford to stay today.
"I’ll have Gu Yao notify you in a few days," Yang Ruxin said, helping Gu Qingheng onto his wheelchair, "You go ahead without worries."
Qi Jingyi left with his mind at ease.
Outside the main gate, Yang Baihe wore an expectant look as she gazed inside. If it weren’t for Weng Ji blocking the entrance, she... Well, she just felt that the guard was really annoying, but she couldn’t turn against him at the moment, so she suppressed her anger, trying to appeal to him with reason and emotion, "Look, Weng Ji, why can’t you just see reason? If you offend me now, and I end up marrying your family head, do you think you’ll have it good?"
Weng Ji gave the woman in front of him a sidelong glance, "If you can really marry my Eighth Master, then we’ll talk."
"You..."
Just then, Qi Jingyi walked out, fanning himself.
"Eighth Master." Yang Baihe looked at him with a pitiful expression, "I really..."
Qi Jingyi, holding back his disgust, raised his hand and waved it, "Miss Yang."
Yang Baihe immediately looked at him with a bashful expression, her eyes batting rapidly at Qi Jingyi.
"Miss Yang, your affection really flatters me," Qi Jingyi pushed Weng Ji aside, and then looked at Yang Baihe with a face of helplessness, "But you are born for a life of luxury, and I wouldn’t dare desecrate that..."
Weng Ji’s mouth twitched. His master had begun actively sabotaging him.
Yang Baihe frowned, "Eighth Master?"
"I won’t hide it from you," Qi Jingyi suddenly leaned in closer, lowering his voice slightly, "Not only do I have a legal wife, but I also have over a dozen concubines. Even if you married me, you’d just be a concubine, never recognized by my family..."
"I don’t mind..."
"But I do, how can someone like you be a concubine?" Qi Jingyi quickly waved his hand, "That would be too unfair to you..."
Yang Baihe’s lips pouted with displeasure, "Then divorce your wife, I can give you sons..."