At noon, Zhao Ling and Bibi Dong arrived together at their hotel. When they opened the door, they found Ah Yin sound asleep.
Bibi Dong was a bit puzzled. Why can Ah Yin sleep so much? She slept all night yesterday and then all morning again today. Is she a pig or something?
Suddenly, she recalled how back at the Soto City Great Spirit Arena, Ah Yin often clung to Zhao Ling and fell asleep in his arms. It seemed Ah Yin really did have the potential to be a pig.
She walked over to the bed and started tickling Ah Yin under her armpit. Before long, the ticklish Ah Yin burst out laughing and woke up.
Seeing the two of them standing by the bed, Ah Yin lazily stretched and eagerly asked Bibi Dong:
"Big Sister Dong'er, how did it go? Did husband get your teacher's approval? Can you finally do that with husband tonight?"
Seeing the anticipation in Ah Yin's eyes, Bibi Dong blushed and nodded slightly. Immediately, Ah Yin bounced up from the bed joyfully.
"Yay! I can finally rest properly tonight! Husband, you should be with Sister Dong'er today, okay?"
"..." Zhao Ling's lips twitched. He walked over to the two girls, put an arm around each of their waists, and grinned mischievously.
"What are you two thinking? Tonight, neither of you gets to escape. Trying to shake off your husband? Impossible."
"No way, husband! That's not fair!"
Ah Yin immediately became upset. She pushed away Zhao Ling's hand from her waist and scurried into the corner of the room, pouting in protest.
"These past few days, Sister Dong'er couldn't be with you for certain reasons, which left me... helpless and exhausted.
Now that she can finally give herself to you, you're still trying to drag me into it? Nope. I want to rest tonight, and if you try to force me, I'll fight you to the death…"
With that, Ah Yin turned her back toward the wall in anger, refusing to engage with Zhao Ling any further.
"Uh…" Zhao Ling hadn't expected such a strong reaction from Ah Yin.
It seemed she really was worn out lately. His dream of enjoying bliss with both women would have to wait for another time.
He nodded slightly and finally smiled at Ah Yin: "Alright, alright. Don't be mad, Yin'er. I promise, you can rest well tonight, okay?"
"Really? You're not lying?" Ah Yin glanced at Zhao Ling suspiciously. She couldn't quite figure him out.
Sometimes he was so considerate and would suppress his desires just to let her rest for a night, but other times, he'd turn into a relentless beast…
"Of course, really. Truer than pearls," Zhao Ling nodded without hesitation. Then he pulled out a table and chairs from his storage space, along with some cooked food—beef, roast chicken, lotus-leaf rice, and more.
"Alright, Yin'er. Get up and eat. You must be starving by now. We didn't go out for dinner last night, and you've been sleeping all morning. Come on, freshen up and eat lunch."
"Mm…" Ah Yin nodded, got out of bed in her nightgown, and sluggishly made her way to the bathroom.
Watching her wobbly walk, Bibi Dong shot Zhao Ling a strange look and warned him:
"Husband, if you ever leave me in that state, be careful or I'll…"
She didn't even finish her sentence before she raised her hand like a knife and made a chopping motion. Zhao Ling reflexively stepped back a few steps, fear rising from the soles of his feet and causing him to squeeze his legs together.
If anyone else had done that, Zhao Ling wouldn't have cared.
But this was Bibi Dong—the Bibi Dong, who, after turning dark, could swallow her teacher alive without flinching…
She was the same venomous woman who wiped out the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect and the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan until only a few survivors remained.
If he pissed her off, she could definitely go berserk. So Zhao Ling quickly put on a fawning smile.
"Dong… Dong'er, my dear wife, can you not scare your husband like that? Your husband is so scared…"
Seeing Zhao Ling's terrified expression, Bibi Dong couldn't help but burst out laughing.
"Alright, alright. I was just joking with you. Why are you so scared?"
When Ah Yin came out of the bathroom, she saw Zhao Ling and Bibi Dong already sitting at the prepared table, so she joined them and sat in another chair.
Honestly, she was really starving. She hadn't eaten anything since yesterday afternoon. No wonder she was so hungry.
After lunch, with nothing else to do, Zhao Ling pulled out a set of playing cards he had carved from wood.
Back when he lived alone in the deep mountains, he spent his time outside of cultivation tinkering with toys from his previous life—like poker, chess, mahjong, go, and so on. They helped stave off boredom.
Once he pulled out the cards, Zhao Ling began teaching the two girls how to play. Given how smart they were, they quickly learned how to play Dou Dizhu (Fight the Landlord).
He had to admit, playing cards was only fun with three or more people.
Back then, he used to play alone, dealing three hands by himself and pretending to be the landlord and challengers. It was so boring, he couldn't even remember how he got through those years.
But… something felt strange to Zhao Ling. Starting from the sixth game, his win rate began to plummet. Meanwhile, the two girls' win rates shot up.
Especially Bibi Dong—her win rate as the landlord exceeded 55%. Ah Yin came second, winning 30% of the time as landlord.
But whenever he was the landlord, the two girls teamed up and crushed him completely. It got so bad, Zhao Ling was borderline traumatized.
By the 20th game, Zhao Ling threw down his cards and said with a deadpan face, "I'm done. This game isn't fun. Let me teach you both how to play Chinese chess instead. It's way more interesting."
But when he said that, both Ah Yin and Bibi Dong started smiling strangely. Their weird expressions made Zhao Ling want to cry.
What even is this…? He had played hundreds—if not thousands—of games of Dou Dizhu before. How could he lose so miserably to two beginners like Ah Yin and Bibi Dong?
Not ready to give up, Zhao Ling pulled out a Chinese chess set and laid it out in front of them. He said proudly:
"This is Chinese chess. Don't be fooled by how small it looks—only 32 pieces—but within this tiny board lies infinite strategy and lethal moves. Everything from military tactics to clever maneuvers can be shown in this little game. Are you both ready?"
With that, Zhao Ling set up the pieces and began explaining the rules to the girls, who listened attentively.
Soon, Bibi Dong became his first opponent. As an experienced player, Zhao Ling had no trouble in the first three rounds, easily defeating the novice Bibi Dong.
But he noticed that with each round, she improved rapidly. By the fourth game, Zhao Ling realized…
He was out of his depth.