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Ouyang Zhirou remained silent for a while, her face growing increasingly red, and Lin Mu Xi felt an ominous premonition creeping in.
"Zhi Rou, what’s wrong? Just say it!"
"Actually! Zhao Lun's first kiss was with me!!!"
Li Hong was equally shocked upon hearing this. Children these days were indeed maturing too quickly; she never expected Ouyang Zhirou to be so bold as to say such a thing. If it were her, she wouldn’t have dared to speak up.
If they were going to talk, well, those two girls were still too naive. They wanted to act like they were the queens of the world, but they needed to learn a thing or two about how to win over Zhao Changsheng.
"Ouyang Zhirou! You!!!!" This revelation left Lin Mu Xi fuming. It was precisely because of this incident that she had spent several sleepless nights after that evening—filled with excitement, anxiety, and regret for not having acted sooner.
Watching the two argue, Li Hong reminisced about her own youth. She had chosen Zhao Changsheng at first glance amidst the crowd, and although there had been many suitors during that time, none could compare to her. She had relied on her boldness to win over Zhao Changsheng; what did these two little girls know? They still had much to learn.
A hint of blush appeared on Li Hong's face as she thought about it; women should never shy away from being brave.
"Ahem, ladies, let’s calm down for a moment. Auntie called you here because I know you both have feelings for our Xiao Lun. But regarding this matter, it’s not up to me or even Zhao Changsheng; it has to be decided by Xiao Lun himself. After all, he is still young. According to our country's laws, a man must be of age and a woman must also be of age to marry, which means there is still time. As for the future outcome, Auntie doesn’t know either; you don’t know either. I do like each of you very much! If Xiao Lun could bring all of you home with him, I would be the happiest."
Upon hearing this, Ouyang Zhirou and Lin Mu Xi exchanged glances filled with unspoken tension. If their previous banter was merely playful teasing, Li Hong’s words had now escalated things into a full-blown war—there would be no retreat!
Li Hong perfectly illustrated how one sentence could ignite conflict between two women. Each person interpreted her words differently.
"Dear, where are you?"
Hearing some commotion in the hallway, Li Hong told the girls that Auntie’s door would always be open for them before heading out to find Zhao Changsheng.
This left Ouyang Zhirou and Lin Mu Xi staring at each other across the room.
"Old Zhao! What happened? Is Xiao Lun alright?"
Li Hong pointed towards the hospital room where Zhao Lun lay on the bed. "I’m fine; the doctor said I just need to rest."
Seeing Zhao Lun awake brought a sigh of relief from Zhao Changsheng; otherwise, he would have lived his life burdened by guilt and regret.
As Zhao Changsheng moved closer to Li Hong, she caught a whiff of something that made her eyes narrow in suspicion. "They still haven’t said anything?"
Despite Zhao Changsheng using every disinfectant and alcohol available to mask the smell of blood on him, Li Hong could always detect it.
Those Wokou Nation people were tough as nails; Zhao Changsheng had tried every method he could think of—both effective and ineffective—but none had spoken up, not even when faced with death.
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