Chapter 479
Chapter 479 A Love Letter to Sister An
"Of course it's true," Xian'er purred, pleased with herself. "Husband, you may not know this, but my master has specially prepared hundreds of love bugs for this matchmaking. She told me herself, every man she takes a liking to will receive one. That way, they will be forever loyal to her, never betraying her."
"Hundreds of love bugs?" Lin Wanrong inhaled sharply, fuming. "So you're telling me, Sister An is preparing to select a hundred robust men? Preposterous! Absolutely preposterous! How could she do this to me—to us?"
Sister An was cunning and versatile, fearless of heaven and earth. In her case, there was nothing she couldn't do; the unimaginable was the only limit. Lin Wanrong clenched his teeth in exasperation, wishing he could sprout wings and fly to the Miao village right now, drag that bewitching woman to a bed, and interrogate her ruthlessly.
Seeing his heightened fury, his face flushing red, Xian'er giggled. "Husband, what's the rush? Whoever my master chooses has nothing to do with us. If she picks someone neither of us approves of, we can simply find a way to sabotage them. I doubt she would mind; she loves me the most, after all."
‘When there are no men around, she indeed loves you the most. But once men enter the picture, who knows who she'll favor?’ Lin Wanrong shook his head. He prided himself on his way with women, fearless whether they were young or old, slender or robust. But Sister An was the exception. She seemed close yet remained distant, elusive like a wisp of smoke, covered in thorns that made her untouchable. He had zero confidence around her.
"No, it won't do," Lin Wanrong grumbled, grabbing Xian'er's small hand. "My darling, write a letter to your master right away. Tell her that selecting her future husband isn't just her business, but the concern of our entire family. As the saying goes, the commands of the parents and the words of the disciple must be respected. She can't make that decision without our approval. We must at least wait until I return from the North and meet this man in person. He must be superior in martial arts, more talented in writing, and smarter than me—and even better looking—bah! Do you think such a man even exists?"
Xian'er thought for a moment, then smiled. "Meeting all those criteria would indeed be challenging, but exceptions might exist. However, in my eyes, no matter how strong or handsome he might be, he will never compare to my husband."
"My wife truly loves me the most," Lin Wanrong said, gratefully rubbing her soft, delicate hand. "In that case, Xian'er, hurry and write that letter. Tell your master we're only looking out for her best interests. Men as exceptional as me are rare as phoenix feathers and unicorn horns—irreplaceable and incomparable. She shouldn't even think about comparing others to me, not that I'm worried—"