By the time Liu Mang stuffed the bank card back into Lan Qingyuan's hand, Lan Qingyuan wasn't feeling so disheartened anymore. "It's still my disciple who dotes on his master. These past years, your mistress has kept such a tight grip on the purse strings. Not to mention other expenses, I don't even have the money to buy a pack of cigarettes from Widow Wang."
Liu Mang chuckled. "Heh heh, isn't that just because, a couple of years ago, the mistress caught you and Widow Wang having an affair?"
Lan Qingyuan tapped Liu Mang's forehead. "Nonsense. Your master was treating her illness. What affair? Someone as upright as me, how could I be as fickle as you? Come on, tell your master, how did you trick those wives of yours?"
Speaking of those beauties, Liu Mang said, "They're not all my wives. Actually, only Lu Mengyao barely counts as my girlfriend, and Sister Lin is just my lover. The rest aren't that close to me."
