Chu Yi's mouth twitched.
After all that fuss, all this girl wanted was to make that woman bring her water for her footbath?
He felt like puking blood.
He was almost thirty, and he had yet to enjoy such a privilege. He was not a greedy person – all he wanted was to pick a wife, but just when he had finally settled on this woman, Zhu Yu insisted on stealing her away. It was outrageous.
"Can't you choose another woman to do that for you?"
"Of course not. I only like this one." Zhu Yu was unrelenting.
Zhao Qian walked over with a woman in each of his arms and grinned at the sight of Chu Yi and Zhu Yu at each other's throats. "There's no need to fight, there are still plenty of women for you to choose from. Chu Yi, you're not that young anymore, and you're still arguing with a girl? How immature."
Chu Yi's face clouded over at the sight of him surrounded by women.
"Old Qian, are you sure you can stand both of them?"
