Chapter 960 – The Calm Before the Storm (Part 2)
“Huang BOGA, I’m making myself clear today. If you let anyone from the Meng Clan into the estate or even touch her with a single finger, our marriage will be over. From then on, roads will part and bridges will be burned. We’ll have nothing to do with each other!” Qiqi pulled out a dagger from her waist and slammed it into the table, scaring Huang Song into kneeling on the floor, unable to move. The more he acted like that, the more heartbroken Qiqi became, her eyes glimmering with unshed tears.
“L-Lady — let’s talk it out nicely, no need to go brandishing knives—”
Huang Song was feeling a headache, staring at the glinting blade, more wary of agitating Qiqi.
“Of course we should talk nicely, but right now, I have nothing more to say to you.”
Qiqi looked at Huang Song with slightly red eyes. Back in the day, she didn’t mind his background because she loved him, insisting on marrying below her status.
Now Huang Song had become the Governor of Haoshou, far more powerful than her own family.
Even so, Qiqi still had her pride and principles.
The man she loved was wholly hers, Huang Song, her husband and the father of her children.
If he took another woman in as a concubine, she would rather endure pain than share him.
“Lady, this isn’t something to reckon with. You must know… All men are like that, right? I’m too—”
Qiqi’s brows shot up in anger. “What do you mean? You think you’re just like any ordinary man, dreaming of having a harem?”
Huang Song was most afraid of her, both love and fear swirling together. Seeing her angry, he hurriedly knelt behind her, massaging her shoulders and patting her back.
“My lady, I never said I wanted a second woman, but there’s nothing wrong with taking a concubine in name; otherwise, I’ll be ridiculed for being henpecked— I promise, promise not to lay a finger on that woman. Don’t you trust me?”
This was Huang Song speaking from the heart; before the Meng Clan suggested sending a foster daughter, he hadn’t even thought about taking a concubine.
Not even the beautiful women serving him would he dare to glance at twice.
His thoughts of taking a concubine now were purely for the sake of benefiting from an alliance with the Meng Clan.
I mean, it’s just adding one more set of chopsticks to the table and giving a woman a room to stay in—what’s the big deal?
If he could use this opportunity to ally with the Meng Clan…
Heh, Huang Song had been eyeing the Cangzhou Meng Clan’s horse farms for quite a while now.
Never would he have expected that his wife would be this furious and even bring up divorce, causing Huang Song’s legs to turn to jelly.
“Ha— I believe you…” Huang Song said with a smile, but Qiqi sneered, adding, “But I don’t trust you as a man!”
Huang Song was stunned!
“My lady, what do you mean by that?”
Qiqi continued with a cold smirk, “If you can take a concubine, does that mean I can keep a young lover?”
Huang Song replied, “My lady, that’s not the same at all!”
Qiqi retorted, pressing the dagger to Huang Song’s nose and roaring, “How is it not the same? If you, Huang BOGA, can do it, can’t Qi Chaolan? Liu Xi has become a regional lord as a woman; I have three thousand elite troops under my command. Can’t I start from scratch too? When I become a lord, can’t I have three husbands and four lovers, filling my house with young men? Huang BOGA, I have my brothers from my family to support me, I learned military strategies from my father since young! If it weren’t for the limitations of being a woman, I’d be out there in the military! Do you really think I’m just a woman cooped up in the backyard? What say you, am I capable or not?”
Qiqi’s aura suddenly soared two meters high, and Huang Song obediently knelt there. “Lady— I truly don’t mean to touch that woman; I just want to test the waters with the Meng Clan; they hold the reins to the horse farms—it’s really for business, nothing personal.”
Huang Song hoped to reason with her, but Qiqi was too rational, her heart clearly in the right place, and she showed no signs of being swayed.
She mocked, “Listening to you, it sounds quite unjust then?”
Huang Song replied, “Not at all— I wouldn’t say it’s unjust—”
“My husband is a stand-up man, not some pampered softie!”
Huang Song’s face darkened, looking like he was constipated. He smiled bitterly, “What does that mean, my lady?”
“Isn’t it selling yourself if you have to ‘reluctantly’ take in a woman for the Meng Clan’s benefit?”
Just as Huang Song wanted to retort, he caught a glimpse of Qiqi’s fierce expression and instantly fell silent.
“Let’s not forget— that old fox from the Meng Clan, whether you or him swallows the other whole is still up in the air.”
Huang Song timidly said, “My lady, if you can’t trust me, at least trust the strategists under me; they’re not easy to deal with!”
Qiqi scoffed, her expression cold, “In short, as long as I’m here, I won’t allow any other woman in my room sleeping in your bed. If you dare, I’ll relinquish my position, eagerly awaiting your divorce letter, along with your ‘I wish you longevity, may you remarry’!”
Men and women divide amicably; men write divorce letters for women, closing with, “Wishing the lady longevity, may she remarry,” as a show of goodwill.
After saying that, Qiqi stormed off, leaving Huang Song with a pounding headache.
“Agh— Lan Ting is such a headache for me—”
Huang Song rubbed his forehead, recalling how when he first mentioned taking a concubine to Qiqi, she had gone berserk, leaving him helpless to fight back.
The fierce daughter of a warrior was indeed terrifying; her fighting prowess could easily overpower three or five muscled men.
“…This is all your fault!”
Although Qiqi and he shared the same heart, she was infatuated with Liu Xi.
A role model for women!
That one woman became a regional power, stirring storms in the north, inspiring his wife to pick up discarded weapons she hadn’t touched in years and wield them with fervor.
To think that Qiqi hadn’t done any of that since their marriage!
Picking back up martial arts for her idol, and after much hard practice, she had improved greatly.
That earlier domestic violence wasn’t because Huang Song didn’t want to fight back; he literally had no chance.
“Oh, Lan Ting, what a troublemaker you’ve become—”
Huang Song took a look in the copper mirror; his face had clear bruises, and he had a lump on his forehead. How could he show his face to anyone now?
Glancing at the makeup kit on the dressing table, Huang Song recalled how his wife did her makeup and tried to cover the signs of domestic violence with powder.
A quarter of an hour passed, and looking at the “ghost” in the mirror, Huang Song nearly felt sick to his stomach.
Rubbing the powder off haphazardly, Huang Song left the house with a glum expression, planning to consult a few strategists for a serious discussion.
Just as he stepped out, he bumped into Cheng Jing and Feng Jue, who had come to pay a visit together.
Huang Song: “…”
He was the lord after all; he still wanted to save face!
Cheng Jing and Feng Jue: “…”
They couldn’t have come at a worse time.
The three of them exchanged awkward glances, the atmosphere immediately thick with tension.
Feng Jue asked, “My lord, have you managed to talk your wife around?”
Huang Song pointed at his face, retorting, “Do I look like I convinced her? The lady’s determined; if I dare to welcome that woman into the estate, she’ll divorce me — she has a fiery temperament and always means what she says… This is not going to happen.”
