Fu Xiang asked directly, "Is your daughter sick?"

“Of course she’s not sick.” Xiaoyu seemed a little dissatisfied. “She just has her own pursuits. Ever since Boss Qiao came, she has often given us lessons, which has given many of us girls our own pursuits and goals. We are no longer just women who are willing to depend on men, but women who can make demands on men.”

“But…” Feng Guang gave a dry laugh, “the point that Miss Yingying requested seems a bit strange.”

This is ancient times, when a man could get married at sixteen and have children. Most men would probably lose their virginity before the age of twenty.

Wait a minute, suddenly thinking of this question, Feng Guang looked up at Mo Qing. With just one look, Mo Qing knew what he was thinking. He then told her with his calm eyes that he had never been interested in women before, nor in men.

Feng Guang thought about his previous solitary lifestyle and his taciturn nature, and she chose to believe him.

The exchange of glances here was only a matter of a moment, but Xiaoyu suddenly became emotional, "Miss said that Yingying's request is wrong. Does Miss want to marry a philanderer, a second-hand woman, and get entangled with a man's dirty body?"

Feng Guang was a little confused by the question.

In the blink of an eye, the black figure moved swiftly, and Mo Qing had already grabbed Xiao Yu by the neck. His eyes narrowed slightly, and his tone revealed a hint of danger, "What did you just say?"

"I...cough cough..." Xiaoyu's feet left the ground as she cried out in pain, "Young master, spare my life..."

Fu Xiang made a sarcastic remark from the side, "Women who come from this 'gentle haven' are truly extraordinary."

"Don't kill her." Feng Guang sighed and tugged at Mo Qing's hand. "She's just a pathetic creature who refuses to live in the real world. I'm not angry."

Mo Qing hesitated for a second, then let go of her hand. Xiao Yu fell to the ground. She looked at Mo Qing in fear, then quickly got up and ran away.

Mo Qing asked Feng Guang, "Are you really not angry?"

“No.” Feng Guang shook his head, appearing very generous. “To be honest, I look at her like I’m looking at someone who’s mentally ill. Getting angry at someone like that won’t make her realize how weird she is.”

She did want to say that Qiao Ling was really capable, managing to turn a group of brothel women into such extremes; her brainwashing skills were exceptionally strong.

Feng Guang has never liked male chauvinism, but if you switch the genders of Xiao Yu and Ying Ying, and if they were men who demanded to marry only virgins, then their feminist ideas would actually be no different from the male chauvinism that is criticized by modern people.

The only difference is gender.

Fu Xiang clapped his hands, "Sister-in-law really sees things clearly."

He paused for a moment, then asked with a smile, "What did you call me?"

"Call me sister-in-law," Fu Xiang glanced at Mo Qing. "I didn't call you that wrong, did I?"

"Of course not!" Feng Guang hugged Mo Qing happily. "Look, even your little brother calls me sister-in-law. So when are you going to marry me?"

"Wait a little longer." He smiled and patted the top of her head.

"When will that be?"

“It won’t be long,” he said in a low voice. “I assure you.”

She pouted in dissatisfaction.

Fu Xiang blinked in confusion. Given his older brother's unusually strong affection for a woman, he should have been eager to marry her as soon as possible. Why would he say that he had to wait?