Some say men are the most consistent creatures on earth. At eighteen, they like eighteen-year-old girls. At twenty-eight, they still like eighteen-year-old girls. At thirty-eight, forty-eight... even at eighty-eight, they still like eighteen-year-old girls.
There are exceptions, but most men are no exception.
Furthermore, among that unexceptional majority, most men, even if they live to be a hundred, remain utterly confident in their own virility. They would never, ever believe they've been made a cuckold.
When Widow Xie heard this bizarre theory, she was dying to cover Ji Huan's mouth. 'What if Guan Shan heard this...?'
Ji Xuelan, on the other hand, burst out laughing. "You know, you actually have a point."
"Right?" Ji Huan winked at her, then patted Widow Xie's shoulder. "No need to be so nervous. There are no outsiders here."
'When I was still an unmarried girl, I wasn't allowed to say this or that. Now that I'm married, nothing is taboo.'
