Lu Xiao huffed, walked over, and wrapped his arms around Su Tang's waist.
"Of course I'm jealous. My wife is so wonderful, I wish I could have her all to myself. It's a shame so many people in this world want to compete with me for her."
Although he said it jokingly, it had once been what he truly felt.
He really did want to have her all to himself, but he understood a certain truth.
A flower will bloom. If you pick it, it might belong only to you, but it will slowly wither, and you will never see its beauty again.
But if you leave it where it is, it will attract bees and all sorts of small creatures.
You admire it along with them, and this time, you no longer think of picking it.
Instead, you feel happy and delighted by its full bloom.
To him, Su Tang was that blooming flower.
She was intelligent and clever, beautiful and charming, and also empathetic.
So, it was only natural that she would attract the affection of others.
