'As expected, women always fall for this act...'
'Playing hard to get, a mix of intimidation and tenderness—it works every time.'
As Jiang Lan left the main hall, a blast of chilly night air swept over him, instantly dispelling what little drowsiness he felt.
He checked the status of his Destiny Dao Fruit, a knowing look on his face.
Just as he'd thought, not only had his actions not backfired, but he had even gained a significant amount of destiny.
Su Qinghan was a proud and aloof woman, one who was drawn to strength.
Ordinary methods wouldn't work to make her loyal and obedient.
The easiest and most direct way was to first make her understand her place, to instill in her a sense of awe and admiration.
Thus, he had to make her understand one thing first: no matter if she was some favored daughter of the heavens, no matter how strong, steady, composed, or brilliant she was—in front of him, she was, in the end, just a woman.
