Urban Immortal Doctor Master
Chapter 655 - 655 654 The Psychological World of Women

655: 654: The Psychological World of Women 655: 654: The Psychological World of Women “Xiao Jing knows we’re doing this, won’t she be angry?”

Tang Feng shook his head, “How could she, she’s probably too happy to be upset.”

“Could it be that she also suggested you woo me?”

“Uh, that could work too.

You two are as close as sisters, and it would probably be sad if you were separated.

Instead of that, it’s better to be together, and after all, you’re not ordinary people.

Now, feel the changes in your body,” Tang Feng said with a laugh.

“Eh, how could this happen?” Qi Bing felt something unusual in her body, a mass of Spiritual Energy slowly circulating inside without her control, which was quite amazing.

“I’m imparting a Cultivation Technique to you.” With a flick of his finger, he passed the Nine Revolutions Phoenix Formulas to Qi Bing.

Then, as he instructed her on how to circulate it, a phantom image of a phoenix’s cry emerged within her.

After allowing Qi Bing to circulate it on her own, Tang Feng walked into the room.

In fact, with such loud noises Qi Bing was making, how could Han Jing possibly remain indifferent?

She had been pretending to sleep the whole time, but her ears were actually listening quietly.

At some point, she curled up, yet she couldn’t resist the shattering power of that sound.

You can’t depend on others, only on yourself.

So she reached down.

After a long time, things finally quieted down outside, and she was so exhausted she was drenched in sweat.

Cursing under her breath, she prepared to get up, but at that moment, Tang Feng walked in.

Before she could say anything, this guy bullied her once again.

There was no need to say much; not wanting to disturb Qi Bing outside, she had to cover her own mouth, her eyes glaring resentfully at Tang Feng.

Cough cough!

Qi Bing walked in at the doorway, and seeing Han Jing and Tang Feng together, she too laid down without showing weakness.

Enjoying the blessings of all under heaven must feel great, huh.

Qi Bing and Han Jing exchanged a glance, and then pinched Tang Feng on both sides.

Hu!

Tang Feng grimaced in pain, but there was nothing he could do about it.

He had overstepped his bounds by too much, so a little pain was nothing.

“Xiao Jing, let’s both go and have a wash,” Qi Bing said, getting up.

“Okay.”

“How about I join you?” Tang Feng suggested.

“Keep dreaming, stay here on your own,” Qi Bing laughed as she pointed a finger and left.

“Don’t come, we’re shy,” Han Jing said with a laugh, then walked away as well.

“It’s not like I haven’t seen it before,” Tang Feng muttered with frustration.

“Even if you have, you’re not allowed to come in.

Wait for us to finish, and then you can wash,” saying this, they entered the bathroom and closed the door, followed by bursts of laughter.

“These two women.” Tang Feng felt his blood energy surge with turmoil due to their laughter, practically unbearable.

More than half an hour later, Han Jing’s voice came from the bathroom, “Hey, bring in our clothes.”

“Where are the clothes?”

“In the wardrobe out in the hallway, two sets,” Han Jing instructed.

Upon opening the wardrobe, all sorts of sensual clothes appeared before his eyes; they were incredibly tiny.

Looking at the garments that were less than half a piece each, Tang Feng shook his head with a bitter smile, “Can you even wear this?”

Maybe they should try them on.

So he took two sets and handed them in.

Tch!

This rascal, always up to no good.

After receiving the clothes, the two women smiled wryly in silence, thinking if he wasn’t here, they could wear them.

Although their relationship was so intimate now, they were still somewhat restrained.

They were not so open-minded after all, or else they would have been battle-hardened by now.

“You go cook,” the women had no other way to come out, so they diverted Tang Feng.

“Isn’t that a bad idea?

Why don’t I do it later?” Qi Bing suggested.

“Sister Bing is so considerate, but since you two were so tired just now, let me do it,” Tang Feng said as he went into the kitchen, allowing the two women to finally run into the bedroom, quickly finding pajamas to put on and breathing a sigh of relief.

What a little rascal.

After saying this, the two women laughed at themselves.

Then, they whispered to each other in the room, but how could their words escape Tang Feng’s ears?

Most of their conversation was about Tang Feng, his impression in the hearts of the two women; in the end, it could be summed up in one word: bad.

Really awful, otherwise how could the two of them get eaten up?

At this point, outside, Tang Feng had already prepared five dishes and a soup, the aroma of which had drifted into the room.

The greedy worms in both women were instantly awakened, and they hurried to the living room to see the golden-fried scallion eggs, tofu skin with pork slices, twice-cooked pork with bamboo shoots, steamed bass with a fragrant aroma, a vibrant dish of oil-splashed bok choy hearts, and a clear soup with Night Orchid flowers.

The women’s exaggerated expressions of amazement brought Tang Feng great satisfaction.

“Ladies, please enjoy your meal,” he said as he poured them some Spiritual Brew, filling the halls with the fresh fragrance of nature.

“What kind of juice is this, a new kind?” the women asked lightly after taking a sip.

They instantly felt every pore open and breathe in the magnificence—this stuff was too divine.

Another sip, and the next moment they closed their eyes, indulging in an incomparable experience.

It was like floating on clouds, like a gentle breeze brushing by, indescribably delightful.

There was no wind in the hall yet one felt its presence, no clouds in sight yet as if they were tangible.

In any case, it was exhilarating, extremely so.

“Enjoy the rest later, okay?

The dishes are getting cold,” Tang Feng said with a laugh.

Only then did the women come back to their senses, a bit embarrassed.

But once they started eating, they couldn’t stop.

All notions of gobbling down food like ravenous wolves or sweeping through like a whirlwind seemed insignificant compared to them.

In two minutes, no, less than two minutes, all five dishes were wiped clean.

Tang Feng held his chopsticks, shocked.

The women sat back on the sofa, leisurely belching.

Thankfully, there was still some soup left, preventing a total “Baldy” situation.

“What are you looking at?

It’s all your fault we can’t move now.”

“That’s right, if we get fat, it’s all on you.”

Come on, they were well into their thirties, lacking reason so much.

I haven’t even blamed you for eating all the food yet.

“My lady, let’s go back to our room,” Han Jing decisively pulled Qi Bing into the room.

I, I—

I’ll deal with you later.

Picking up a box of instant noodles, I boiled water, tears welling up without falling.

“This man was indeed the right choice—he can fight, he’s handsome, he can cook delicious food, and he’s strong in battle.

He’s simply perfection incarnate.

Although he’s a bit of a philanderer, what does that matter?

Life is short, as long as you’re happy, that’s all that counts.

Who you marry is about making life a little better, suffering a little less.

Love is built on material foundations; it has been this way since ancient times.

When meals are scarce, can love be eaten?

So, there’s nothing wrong with following a strong man.

Reputation—how much is that worth in today’s society?

With money, you’re the boss.

Money is incredible.

Helpless.

Pitiable.

If you don’t want to be a pushover, then strive to be the boss.

But that’s a man’s responsibility.

A woman just needs to find a boss, which is enough to match a man’s struggles for a lifetime.

Take Qi Bing and Han Jing now, for instance; they used to be Goddesses, but now they are Queens.

So, what’s there to regret?

After all, a woman’s role is to end up with a man, but she can choose what kind of man that will be.

If you want an ordinary life, find an average man.

If you want luxury, find a rich family.

If you want power, marry an official.

In short, a woman has choices, while a man does not have that privilege.

If you want a beautiful, rich, and fair lady, you need to have commensurate strength.

Otherwise, why would she spend her life with you?

After all, the world has too few women willing to throw themselves at someone.

Men can’t possibly bow down for the sake of dignity, but for a woman, to bow is just another choice.

Men really are fragile beings.

Listening to the women’s conversation, Tang Feng understood their inner worlds, which were far from complex.

Conquering a woman leads to two possible outcomes: one is vengeance, relentless until destruction.

The other is acceptance, to become completely the other half of a man.

He couldn’t help but sigh at how big a role luck played.

Without it, one could only watch as others enjoyed their company.

There are many capable men in the world, not just Tang Feng, but those who meet them and manage to deeply interact are few.

That’s luck.