While I'm at the martial arts academy, my wife is cultivating while I enjoy life.

Zhou Ruoxi sat on the sofa, her big eyes fixed on Yang Ding, her mouth slightly open, completely controlled by his actions for ten seconds.

This kid probably doesn't know Huang Azi's methods; all the men she hates become eunuchs.

"With your limited cultivation and family wealth, aren't you afraid of his revenge?" Zhou Ruoxi asked.

Yang Ding calmly replied, "If I were afraid of even this, I wouldn't dare accept these two stunningly beautiful wives at all."

When he sat down between Zhou Ruoxi and Huang Aqing again, his entire aura changed.

He skillfully brewed tea for the two girls, acting like the master of the house, completely lacking the panic, inferiority, and timidity that a boy from the lower class would have in front of a top-tier rich and beautiful woman.

Huang Aqing had always kept to herself and had never been in contact with any men, so she didn't have any deep feelings about them.

But Zhou Ruoxi is the commander of 100,000 law enforcement officers and is known for her powerful aura. In the entire law enforcement bureau, apart from her relatives, no man dares to look her in the eye.

Yang Ding is the first, and he's so young.

Zhou Ruoxi thought he was so arrogant because he didn't know Huang Azi's background.

Actually, she didn't know that Yang Ding had already figured out her own value perfectly well.

The Queen sent the Imperial Guards to lie in wait here for ten years, just waiting for his appearance. So Zhang Peng couldn't be the only undercover agent; there must be many more and stronger ones.

Even if the city lord of Jiangling were to take action personally, he would have ample time to escape.

Knowing what kind of hand you're dealt and then making the most of it is exactly Yang Ding's forte.

"You have no idea about Huang Bingbing's background," Zhou Ruoxi reminded her.

"I knew she wouldn't die if I pushed her down."

Huang Aqing was slightly taken aback. It seemed that her sister's identity and cultivation level had been exposed. A freshman would surely die if thrown down.

She was no match for this cunning young man.

Zhou Ruoxi continued to probe, "If you know anything about her, you should know that she's no less than your two wives."

"I don't think she's even worthy of carrying my two wives' shoes."

"Hehe, you're so naive and lack understanding," Zhou Ruoxi mocked.

The law enforcement bureau is only the second most powerful body in Jiangling City; the Stinger is the first.

The law enforcement bureau must uphold the laws of the empire, but it also needs to follow certain rules.

But Stinger can kill whomever it wants.

"Governor Zhou, you are mistaken. It is Huang Bingbing who wants to be my third wife, not me who wants to be her lapdog. Whether she is good or not is for me to judge."

"So what are your criteria for judgment?"

"If you want to enter the Yang family, no matter what your family background, talent, or appearance is, you must be generous and proper, respect your husband, and protect your family. A vicious woman who can even kill her own husband, no matter how wealthy she is, is trash to me."

Huang Aqing sneered, "Why don't you take a piss and look at yourself in the mirror instead of entertaining yourself here?"

"Your sister should pee and look at herself; it's not like I care about her."

This statement left Huang Aqing speechless.

Secular rules and regulations have absolutely no effect on this guy.

But my sister is really shameless; you can't stop her no matter what you say.

She didn't dare do anything to Yang Ding, and she couldn't kill him either.

Zhou Ruoxi turned around and glanced at Ye Rou and Fang Jing, who were standing at the kitchen door.

The two wives looked at Yang Ding with worried expressions, their emotions revealing their sincerity.

This guy really knows how to handle women.

It should be noted that even Zhou Ruoxi's father, the Lord of Jiangling City, a martial arts grandmaster, and one of the most powerful men in the Jinglong Empire, could not handle these relationships well and could not control his lustful desires, having sown seeds everywhere when he was young.

The Zhou family's legitimate children and illegitimate children are locked in a bitter struggle, scheming against each other, and sooner or later they will fight to the death.

Even if the first wife wins, the children of the first, second, and third wives will continue to fight each other to the death.

Seeing that Yang Ding had successfully stabilized the situation, Fang Jing, whose palms were sweating with nervousness, quickly said, "Governor Zhou, please take a seat."

Before Zhou Ruoxi could even stand up, Fang Dalong had already pulled out the chair for the head of the table.

Zhou Ruoxi didn't rush to sit down, but instead looked at Ye Rou and asked, "Who usually sits in this seat?"

This reveals whether Yang Ding's family's imperial status was an act or genuine.

The reason for asking Ye Rou was because she was straightforward and didn't have as many tricks up her sleeve as Fang Jing.

As a woman of the governor's rank, every question she asked carried profound meaning.

"My husband is sitting here, but since you are here today, the Governor should naturally sit in the main seat."

Zhou Ruoxi smiled and shifted her position, sitting to the left of the main seat.

"I'm just a guest, how can I sit in the head seat? Let the head of the household sit here."

Normally, she would be sitting in the position of the first wife, but Ye Rou didn't dare to say a word.

Yang Ding immediately realized that this woman must have overheard the information Ye Ke was sending.

I'm here today to get a sense of things.

He walked over and plopped down in the main seat, laughing, "Everyone, please sit wherever you like. We're all young people, no need to stand on ceremony."

The others sat down hesitantly, as if the bench was burning their bottoms.

Fang Dalong and Sun Li didn't dare to look up from beginning to end.

Mao Jian's chubby hands were so weak that he couldn't even hold chopsticks properly, dropping them several times.

Yang Ding, on the other hand, calmly took out a glass of red wine and poured it for Zhou Ruoxi and Huang Aqing.

After the dishes were served, Ye Rou and Fang Jing sat down next to Yang Ding.

"Governor Zhou, this dish is called Mao Xue Wang (a spicy Sichuan dish), invented by my husband. It's delicious, you should try it," Fang Jing introduced.

This was the first time Zhou Ruoxi had ever attended such a low-class dinner party in her life.

No social engagements, no networking, just a relaxed meal.

"I'm not going to work today, so please just call me by my name."

Yang Ding's style of doing things is that if there's a pole, you have to climb it; if you don't climb it, you might as well climb it. He picked up his wine glass.

"Sister Ruoxi, Sister Aqing, welcome to the Yang family! Cheers!"

"D-Done?"

Zhou Ruoxi stared blankly at the half-full glass of red wine; she never drank alcohol from outside.

Even if you're going to drink it, make sure to extract pure water to avoid getting infected.

Yang Ding downed the wine in one gulp and held up the empty glass to show it.

"This is our wedding wine, a gift from my brother-in-law. Sister Ruoxi, please try it."

To deal with a cold and aloof beauty like Zhou Ruoxi, who holds a high position, one needs to break through her psychological bottom line step by step.

Picking up girls is essentially the art of offense.

"A wedding banquet?"

Zhou Ruoxi was in an even more difficult position.

Even if she doesn't care about interpersonal relationships, she's still shamelessly asking for meals; you can't exactly turn her down, can you?

Huang Aqing is still in a daze. That scoundrel threw her own sister off the building and then called her "Sister Aqing" affectionately.

What does this mean? Is it another lunatic?

Ye Rou couldn't drink, but Fang Jing held her wine glass and clinked it against Huang Aqing's.

"We haven't seen each other for two or three years, let's have a drink."

Trusting Fang Jing's character, Huang Aqing downed her drink in one gulp.

Congratulations on your marriage!

"Thanks!"

Zhou Ruoxi held her wine glass, swallowed, and stood there awkwardly staring blankly.

Ye Rou smiled and said, "Sister Ruoxi, you're not worried that my husband will poison you, are you? He wouldn't harm you, no matter who he harms."

Fang Jing put down her wine glass and gently kicked Ye Rou.

This silly girl almost blurted out, "You're my third sister."