Li Qing now could barely be considered a rich man, but he still lacked sufficient understanding of the world of the wealthy.
Listening to Jing Yan's descriptions, a grand vision instantly materialized in Li Qing's mind.
Warm and pleasant bath pools, filled with the delicate and fair figures of songbirds and swallows, with King Qi lying in the bath, playing as he pleased.
No wonder Li Yuanxian poured a fortune into crafting that Xiao Ding—it seems that without the aid of an Elixir, hardly anyone could withstand such indulgence.
A month or so of such play, and one would likely be spent.
Comparing himself to that, he was practically nothing.
Li Qing had always thought he had plenty of close female friends and that his life was rich and colorful enough.
But compared to the real wealthy and the ancient nobles, he might only count as a slightly wealthy playboy.
"Husband, have you not prepared those little toys?" Jing Yan sat on the edge of the bed, asking seriously.
