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My Dear Wife, Please Be Gentle!

Chapter 465 - 468 Lord Qin is Flirting_1
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Chapter 465: Chapter 468 Lord Qin is Flirting_1

The next day, in the most luxurious private room of Chunhua Building.

Liang Hao was dealing with Lord Qin alone for the first time. At first, he toasted with proper formality, but after a few drinks, his true nature came out.

He had women clinging to his arms, one on the left pouring wine while another on the right fed him drinks, utterly at ease.

This is the life a man should live!

Qin Longyun sat upright and still, simply drinking the wine in his cup quietly.

"Lord Qin, since we’ve come to this place, there should be no reservations, just do as one pleases," Liang Hao cupped his hands before carelessly wandering his hands over the body of the woman in his embrace.

Qin Longyun spoke dejectedly, "My tender wife at home keeps a tight leash on me, and her family is powerful, so I must be cautious."

"Brother Qin, truly we share the same plight."

These words struck right to Liang Hao’s heart, and suddenly, he felt they were brothers in misfortune.

Furthermore, Qin Longyun’s situation was even more wretched than his own; at least he could still frequent the Red-Light District, while Lord Qin had to be extra cautious.

Qin Longyun waved his hand, signaling the woman beside him to step back a bit; the heavy makeup smell gave him a headache.

Compared to these gaudy women, his own Ling’er was like a breath of fresh air, heavenly beauty personified.

So, a man’s own wife is indeed the best.

Qin Longyun kept his head down as he drank, then suddenly asked after putting down his cup, "Do you think we can even call ourselves men?"

"Why wouldn’t we?" Liang Hao said roughly.

They weren’t eunuchs from the palace, so why wouldn’t they be men?

Qin Longyun, holding his forehead, said, "I’m completely dominated by my Madam at home, she controls when I eat and sleep, and thinking about taking another concubine for leisure is utterly out of the question – I’m too embarrassed to even call myself a man."

Liang Hao had a deep understanding of this; Yin Yinyue had bought off many people in his household, and she was thoroughly aware of his every move.

When he first discovered that someone was reporting his whereabouts, he felt disgusted, but gradually he just accepted it as the way things were.

However, when others mentioned it, he still felt bitter inside.

He, a mighty man of stature, didn’t even have basic freedom – what kind of man was he?

"You’re right in a way, but you’re still in a better position than me. At least the one you married is a lady of repute. My wife is nothing but a barnyard hen dressed up like a phoenix."

Liang Hao frowned, his aversion to Yin Yinyue deepening.

Perhaps he had intentionally overlooked Yin Yinyue all these years, masking his true feelings with a cynical demeanor, but when laid bare like this, he could no longer hide from it.

After all, with Qin Longyun in a worse position, admitting it didn’t seem so shameful.

"What lady of repute? Only those from the Prime Minister’s House could claim that title. But look, they went out with eight doll-like maids for the purpose of becoming concubines for their son-in-law," said Qin Longyun in a lowered voice.

"Really?" Liang Hao asked, surprised.

Qin Longyun nodded, "Of course, it’s true. A true lady of repute is virtuous and gentle, treating her man as the heavens, always considerate and gentle, even taking the initiative to help her man take concubines. Not to mention, don’t you know about Xu Yuanwai from White Stone Town?"

This provocative statement was precisely aimed. Liang Hao pursed his lips, filled with resentment.

The daughter of the Prime Minister had eight maids to become concubines, but what was his own wife in comparison? Why couldn’t he encounter such fortune?

On the contrary, when he brought a Singer home, Yin Yinyue clapped her hands, turned her head to go back to her parental home, and hadn’t returned for over a decade.

Could it be that the virtues of ’three obediences and four virtues’ were merely for show?

Qin Longyun lifted his cup, "Brother Liang, let’s not talk about this anymore. It’s only with you that I can vent a little. Don’t spread this around."

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