Zhao Changhe realized a serious issue.0

When the women were trying to annoy each other, it was actually a good thing. Not only did it prevent any real trouble from happening, but it could even lead to someone joining in because their feelings, previously uncertain, got triggered into action.0

It could not be truly called a battlefield; it was more like just a stage for their quarreling.0

If it actually came to real jealousy, that was when things got complicated.0

For example, if he were faced with a situation like “choose me or her,” that was when things would really get messy.0

This was proportional to the depth of their emotion—the more someone likes you, the less they can tolerate others’ presence and your flirting with others.0

The prouder someone was, the more they would think, “Why should I compete with them? Why should I be ridiculed as a mistress? What makes you so great that I can’t walk away?”0

Wanting to hit him was an expression of such feelings. If they were a bit more obsessive, it could lead to a situation similar to Brother Cheng’s.[1]0

However, this also meant that Huangfu Qing was genuinely confronting her feelings and admitting that she did like him.0

One should not be fooled by her sweet words. Before this, she would never have admitted to it, and her mouth had been just as closed as Tang Wanzhuang’s, but now she had gotten herself involved.0

Who knew if this would lead to a “choose me or her” scenario or directly to an “I’m leaving” one.0

Although Zhao Changhe felt this kind of situation to be rather daunting and troublesome, he would never let a woman who clearly liked him say, “I’m leaving.” However, solving this problem was not something he could manage just by sitting...0