Zhao Ying’er also started looking at Ye Meng’s rolled-up sleeves, her eyes filled with admiration: "Sister-in-law, how do you... how do you maintain yourself like this?"

Then the journey of washing dishes and cooking turned into a beauty exchange among the three women.

Mr. Fang opened the wine and waited. Once, twice, three times...

Well, finally they’re here, and it’s already evening when the lights are on.

The four of them harmoniously started raising their glasses.

The whole evening was filled with joy and laughter.

Right until it was about to end, Zhao Ying’er finally said to Ye Meng, "Sister-in-law, such a big house, it’s just the two of you living here? It’s a bit too spacious."

Ye Meng blinked and smiled, "It is a bit too spacious. I’ve often thought, if another person moved in, it would be nice. But unfortunately, your Mr. Fang is not very romantic, so this goal might be difficult."

Zhao Ying’er’s face turned red.

Red as if it were going to drip blood.

Jing Xiuyun, on the side, raised her glass with a smile, "I didn’t expect sister-in-law to be so open-minded; let’s have a drink."

Ye Meng glanced at Fang Che and said laughingly, "Open-minded or not, it doesn’t matter. In this family, what I say doesn’t count."

The meal was joyful for both the guests and the hosts. Zhao Ying’er and Ye Meng eventually became like real sisters, holding hands and whispering secrets, getting along perfectly.

Ye Meng was even enthusiastic to the extreme, teaching Zhao Ying’er how to maintain her skin, how to maintain her figure, how to stretch her body...

Then she used her everyday grooming products to apply on her arm one by one to test the effects.

The chaotic scene envisioned by Mr. Fang never appeared.

In fact, he had almost nothing to do throughout and felt like he was just purely attending a gathering of close female friends, and he was the unexpected, unwelcome one.

Everywhere was filled with a sense of exclusion.

And he felt like a complete fool: he couldn’t understand a comment that wasn’t remotely funny, yet the three women burst into laughter with shaking shoulders, what was that all about?

Clearly trivial things, which he himself wouldn’t even bother with, they actually discussed at length... what was there to talk about?

Women’s thinking is really strange to the extreme.

As for maintaining fingers...

Fang Che stretched out his fingers to look, these things are just for holding a sword, even if you maintain them like a flower... in the end, you still use a sword for fighting and a hand for wiping...

Mr. Fang felt that compared to these women, he was practically the epitome of clarity in the Mortal World.

Always hitting the nail on the head, pointing directly at the essence.

A sword is for killing; hands are for labor; mouths are for eating and talking; some place is for taking a dump.

That’s how he thought, so that’s also how he said it.

"Actually, I don’t quite understand, you women, like with this face, applying and smearing it day after day..."

Mr. Fang said, "Whether you’re going out or staying at home, there’s constant smearing, but at night you still have to wash it clean and even wash multiple times... Is it really worth it?"

"Whether married or not, you’re still smearing; these things are expensive, but why buy them? Just to wipe your face for a day and wash it off at night... From this point, it’s essentially thinking the money is wasted, washed away."

Mr. Fang said, "And also that..."

Just as he was about to continue, he saw three pairs of eyes looking at him in shock.

The three women were genuinely shocked by Mr. Fang’s ceiling-level straight-man comments.

Jing Xiuyun even forgot to drink her wine, her eyes round, "Mr. Fang, how can you ask such a question? This shouldn’t be a question you ask, right?"

In the eyes of Jing Xiuyun and Zhao Ying’er, Mr. Fang was handsome, elegant, and charismatic, definitely the type women liked. Since he was the type women liked, how could he not understand romance?

But after the shock, Ye Meng couldn’t help but smile brightly.

Because Ye Meng knew that when Fang Che said that, it meant that the straightforward male character hidden behind the face of a handsome gentleman was acting up again.

When it comes to dealing with girls, Mr. Fang is unmatched in making blunders.

In making girls happy, Mr. Fang only relies on clueless actions he doesn’t even realize, so let’s not mention that.

But when it comes to making girls angry, Mr. Fang is absolutely a master, second to none!

Ye Meng learned this through much experience herself.

Including from the beginning ’selling into a brothel’, to the subsequent ’frantically slapping girls with fight methods’, she only gradually realized what kind of person she married after they got married!

She originally thought this guy was feigning ignorance to punish her.

But later, she found out that this guy is okay in other aspects, but... is emotionally unintelligent to infinite extremes when it comes to dealing with girls.

Fang Che said, "Logically speaking, don’t you agree it’s like that? Doesn’t it all wash off after application? Isn’t it pure waste?"

Jing Xiuyun said, "But after applying, it feels prettier than usual."

"Isn’t that deceiving yourself?"

Mr. Fang said speechlessly, "Originally crooked and cracked, applying beauty doesn’t make one delude themselves into thinking they’re not ugly, can it?"

Jing Xiuyun, Zhao Ying’er: "..."

"Let me give an example."

Mr. Fang started presenting facts, "It’s like a Martial Artist with very low cultivation, constantly mentioning Advanced Martial Arts theories, deceiving people. But as soon as a fight starts, you’d know it’s just an empty boaster, right?"

"..."

"The same logic applies to women, for example, if originally ugly, applying powder..."

Just as Fang Che was enthusiastically describing, ready to enlighten these three misguided women with truth, he saw the three women raise their glasses simultaneously, "Let’s drink."