LIGHTNOVELONLINE Chapter 82: Chapter 82
Chapter 82: Pure Versailles
"Is that so? That's a pity. But don't worry; I remember you saying you live in Tiandou Imperial City, right? When I return from Spirit City, I'll come to Tiandou Imperial City to visit you."
Zhao Ling's face was full of sincerity, his smile genuine. Liu Erlong, on the other hand, felt her cheeks flush slightly.
She couldn't believe that Zhao Ling's reason for visiting Tiandou Imperial City after his return from Spirit Hall was purely to "play." Wasn't this guy just looking for an excuse to pursue her?
Sure enough, Zhao Ling hadn't changed—he was still the shameless LSP aiming to build a warm home for all the beauties of Douluo Continent. She couldn't help but feel a mix of disdain and amusement at his antics.
After Bibi Dong dragged Ah Yin away, she turned back with a disgruntled glare.
"What's going on? You call me 'Sister' all the time, but now you're calling her 'Sister' too? Weren't you always jealous of me? And now you want to share Zhao Ling?"
Ah Yin let out a sigh, her expression transforming into one of exaggerated misery as she donned a figurative mask of woe.
"I don't have a choice! My husband torments me every day after we return to the room. I've begged you so many times to share the burden, but you never agreed to let him 'bother' you.
Do you know what I've been through this week? Sister Dong'er, if I'd known it would be like this, I would never have married him. It's too much! Wooo... I'm so miserable."
Bibi Dong was left speechless. She found Ah Yin's complaint outrageous.
In her experience, she'd heard of cows dying from overwork, but this was the first time she'd heard of "fields being plowed to pieces." Even if Zhao Ling was a Titled Douluo with his physical bonuses, how strong could he possibly be? She was sure Ah Yin was exaggerating.
"Sister Ah Yin, I'll let the past slide, but stop being so ridiculous. I know you love Zhao Ling very much, but we have to think about our own happiness too.
If more women start gathering around him, won't we sisters be left in empty rooms every day? You need to think carefully."
Bibi Dong patted Ah Yin's shoulder with an air of concern.
"I don't care what you say unless you let your husband take a break today. I need a proper rest."
Ah Yin shook her head vigorously. Staying in an empty room every day now seemed like bliss compared to her recent "ordeal." She could hardly recall the last time she'd had a proper night of sleep—it was simply inhumane.
Others came to the Great Soul Arena to watch the fights; she came to catch up on sleep. Not even the deafening cheers could interrupt her desperate need for rest.
"Alright, Sister Yin. Stop showing off. I never outright refused your suggestion, but I have my reasons.
If Zhao Ling can gain my teacher's approval and officially bring us together, I won't object."
Bibi Dong patted Ah Yin's shoulder again, a flicker of envy in her eyes.
Lately, she had noticed that Ah Yin would fall asleep nestled in Zhao Ling's arms whenever they came to the Great Soul Arena. It was clear she hadn't been resting well at night.
But in Bibi Dong's opinion, being able to sleep soundly in the arms of such a strong and handsome man was a luxury others could only dream of. Though Ah Yin complained incessantly, to Bibi Dong, it seemed like pure Versailles—complaining about a privilege most women could only envy.
Ah Yin noticed the envy in Bibi Dong's eyes and was speechless. She was genuinely exhausted from her recent experiences, yet Bibi Dong's reaction was jealousy.
Admittedly, having a passionate relationship with her husband was wonderful, but there had to be limits. Being constantly pestered by him turned it from enjoyment into exhaustion.
After some thought, Ah Yin resolved to bar Zhao Ling from her room tonight. She needed rest, especially with their long journey tomorrow. Surely, her husband would understand, right?
Or… Ah Yin's eyes darted toward Liu Erlong, who was standing beside Zhao Ling. Perhaps her husband could strike while the iron was hot and pursue Erlong tonight. Would she agree, though?
With that thought, a sly smile crept onto Ah Yin's face as she ran over to Zhao Ling and Liu Erlong, ignoring Bibi Dong.
"Husband, since we'll be leaving for Spirit City tomorrow with Sister Dong'er, you should spend some time with Sister Erlong today. After all, she saved us."
Ah Yin didn't wait for a response and promptly pushed the two of them toward the exit of the Great Soul Arena.
"Off you go! Hurry, hurry!"
At the entrance, Ah Yin took Liu Erlong's hand and whispered earnestly, "Sister Erlong, let my husband keep you company today. I can tell you're interested in him—don't deny it. I'm good at reading people.
Besides, it's obvious my husband likes you too. So please don't reject him."
Liu Erlong was stunned by Ah Yin's words. While it was normal for men in Douluo Continent to have multiple wives and concubines—her own father was a prime example—it was still shocking to have a wife publicly encourage it.
Zhao Ling, a 31-year-old Titled Douluo, had the power and status to marry dozens of wives if he wanted. But typically, women in such arrangements fought fiercely among themselves. Ah Yin's behavior defied all logic.
Even Zhao Ling was baffled. If it weren't for Ah Yin's recent jealousy over Bibi Dong, he might have questioned whether she truly cared for him. Her behavior lately had been too abnormal.
She assigned him "tasks" daily—flirt with Bibi Dong, pamper Liu Erlong, buy gifts, and plan outings—all to earn the privilege of sharing her bed. It was unheard of.
Still, he couldn't deny his feelings for Liu Erlong, though he had tried to hide them. Yet somehow, Ah Yin had seen through him effortlessly.
With a sigh, Zhao Ling took Liu Erlong's hand and led her to the bustling streets. He had a task to complete. Whether or not he could enter Ah Yin's room tonight depended entirely on how well he carried it out.
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