Why?
Because he knew this little woman of his all too well. If the woman hadn't come around on her own, no matter if he offered his face for her to slap or stripped naked and offered his butt, she wouldn't turn back.
Of course, Lord Quan the Fourth had countless ways to keep a woman, too many to count. If nothing else worked, he'd just tie her up in the house; as long as he didn't agree, she wouldn't even think about leaving.
But he wasn't a fool, after countless confrontations, he knew those were the worst tactics. Aside from indirectly showcasing his incompetence at taming his own woman, it wouldn't bring any improvement to their relationship.
Speaking of methods, he had plenty...
But when it came to his woman, all he had left now was a headache!
He was so troubled by the headache that he didn't even have the heart to interrogate Quan Shiheng, that piece of trash.
"Thud thud—"
The unfeeling knock on the door was just like the man himself, forever carelessly dangling.
