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The painter's gaze darted back and forth between the two. He saw the scholar suddenly blush and lower his head to drink tea, while Fan Qingbo smiled like a cat that had stolen cream. Connecting this to what he had said earlier, he instantly misunderstood, thinking that the scholar was right and was still a virgin.

He gave a knowing smile and was about to make a joke when Fan Qingbo spoke first.

"You wouldn't come here without a reason. If I'm not mistaken, you want to ask me about my fifth sister?"

His thoughts snapped back to reality, and he asked repeatedly, "You know the young widow well, do you know what kind of man she prefers? Has she had a new lover lately?"

Fan Qingbo asked in surprise, "Aren't you her new lover?"

Upon hearing this, the painter Jin's usually rosy face revealed a rare look of distress. It turned out that during the few days he had been filling in at the shop, he happened to run into Fifth Sister buying books. Their eyes met, and they instantly felt an instant connection, like two peas in a pod. He offered to paint her portrait, and she readily agreed. Then, quite naturally, they made love in Jin's studio, which was filled with erotic paintings. They had become acquainted, and everything had been fine until recently, when, for some reason, Fifth Sister suddenly stopped talking to him.

Upon hearing this, the scholar, who had remained silent until now, frowned slightly and suddenly said, "To indulge in lewdness in broad daylight is utterly disgraceful."

Having been his equal for many years, how could the painter Jin not have experienced his pedantry and rigidity? He opened his mouth, but finally turned to Fan Qingbo, saying with infinite sympathy, "You've had a hard time." A frivolous woman like her had actually married such an unromantic bookworm.

Fan Qingbo glanced at the upright scholar and sighed, "The road ahead is long and arduous, but I will continue to explore and seek the truth."

She spoke with a helpless tone, but her eyes gleamed with eager anticipation. The painter, Jin, immediately sensed something was wrong; this was a sign she was about to go into heat, just like he always did when he saw beautiful women. Although interfering with someone else's sex life was the worst crime, deserving of divine punishment, it seemed only she, the expert who wrote romance novels every day, could help him with his current situation. So, he had no choice but to apologize and try to finish quickly.

"That's just how it is. I really can't understand why she changed her mind so suddenly. I'm so handsome and charming, and I'm so considerate to women. Three or four times a night, what more could she possibly want? Besides, after I discovered I had other feelings for her, I did many things I've never done to any other woman before!"

"What have you never done to other women?" Skipping over the arrogant remarks at the beginning, Fan Qingbo instinctively felt that this might be the key to solving the case.

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"It's just about appreciating flowers, admiring the moon, drinking wine, and composing poems. Isn't that how you write it in your book? Tell me, you know, it's such a great thing for a man like me, who is fully functional, to be able to resist going straight to bed and instead spend time with her, dawdling around and talking about love! What else could she possibly be dissatisfied with?"

Enjoying flowers, admiring the moon, drinking wine, and composing poems? Fifth Sister would never be satisfied! Fan Qingbo suppressed a laugh and continued, "So you haven't touched her since your first meeting?"

"Yes, isn't something wrong?" The gold painter frowned.

Of course not, absolutely not! Fan Qingbo was laughing inwardly. It was terrifying that this man, who always thought with his lower body, was suddenly using his upper body! What was even more terrifying was that the woman he was dealing with was a weirdo who thought with her lower body, a rare occurrence for him to use his upper body!

At this moment, the painter Jin was like a coffee table in her eyes, a coffee table full of tragedies.

"Fifth Sister, she doesn't seem like..." The scholar sensed something was wrong and was about to remind her that Fifth Sister didn't seem like the type to enjoy romance and poetry, but his wife interrupted him loudly, "She doesn't seem like she doesn't like you!"

He looked at his wife suspiciously, only to see her gaze fixed straight ahead as she said firmly, "Comrade Painter, you've done very well! If you only lust after her body, you can indulge your lust at any time, but matters of the heart cannot be rushed. Since you've chosen her, you must respect her, cherish her, and never let her feel that all you think about is having sex with her."

The scholar's suspicion had turned into helplessness, because he understood that his wife's bad habits were hard to break and she had started talking nonsense.

Unfortunately, love can cloud judgment. Even a scholar could see through it, but the usually clever painter believed it without hesitation. He nodded as if reassured, and then asked earnestly, "But she's ignoring me now, what should I do?"

"Women's minds are very complicated. Fifth Sister must have never been treated like this by a man before, and she panicked for a moment, which is why she acted this way. You must keep it up; sincerity can move mountains. Here's what you do: go to the bookstore and find a book called 'The Phoenix Seeks Its Mate,' which tells you how male characters pursue female characters. You can take a look."

Fan Qingbo rubbed her face, which was twitching and aching from trying to suppress her laughter, and loudly added to the figure who had rushed away as if she had found a treasure: "Fifth Sister really liked that book. While reading it, she kept saying that if a man treated her like that, she would die happy!"

"Really?" the scholar asked curiously. After all, Fifth Sister didn't seem like the type to say such a thing.

"Of course it's fake! Pfft, haha, I'm dying of laughter, ouch!" As the painter's figure disappeared from sight, Fan Qingbo finally burst into laughter, clutching her stomach and rolling around in her chair, breathless. "Fifth Sister never reads romance novels, but once she happened to see 'Phoenix Seeking Its Mate,' she even criticized the male lead for being so indecisive and dragging things out, saying he definitely had problems with both his big and small heads, pfft..."

The scholar blushed slightly, shook his head, and sighed, "Wife, when will you stop being so outspoken?"

Fan Qingbo stopped laughing after a while before glancing at him sideways and snorting, "Then why don't you marry someone who can keep her mouth shut?"

"Is that alright?" the scholar asked.

Did he really have such intentions? Fan Qingbo laughed instead of getting angry, "Of course you can, divorce me and marry as many as you want." As she spoke, she lazily got up, not even glancing at him, and was about to walk into the inner room when she was pulled into a warm embrace after only two steps.

"My wife isn't angry anymore?"

Having grown accustomed to her unbridled tongue, the polite and respectful interactions of the past few days had really worn him out. Now that she was willing to argue with him again, did that mean she wasn't angry anymore? The scholar's nose rubbed against her ear in a joyful and affectionate gesture.

Fan Qingbo felt a surge of emotion, but she forced herself to suppress it and abruptly pulled away from the embrace behind her. "Whether you're angry or not is not up to you."