Peach Blossom Dual Cultivation

A beautiful woman asking to stay overnight — generally speaking, any normal guy would be overjoyed.

“How about we don’t go after all,” Zhou Lang said, feeling a bit conflicted as he thought of Zhao Xiaorou.

“What? You don’t want me to come?”

Ivanova asked, slightly surprised. She was well aware of her charm, so she was confused by Zhou Lang’s hesitation. After all, they were no longer just ordinary friends; she was now Zhou Lang’s woman.

“Ivanova, I’m currently renting with a girl, and I’m worried that you might misunderstand or feel uncomfortable,” Zhou Lang explained honestly. It’s natural for women to get jealous — even Xiaoxi, the spirit of the ancestral bronze coin, would get jealous sometimes. So, it was only normal for other women to do the same.

“Brother Lang, I know you’re a cultivator. Even if you already have other women, I won’t make a fuss about it,” Ivanova said softly, holding onto Zhou Lang’s arm.

“As long as you’re not upset, then let’s go.”

Zhou Lang breathed a small sigh of relief, hailed a cab, and brought Ivanova back to the apartment he shared with Zhao Xiaorou.

“Brother Lang, this place isn’t bad at all.”

After entering the apartment, Ivanova glanced around the living room and commented.

Just then, a bedroom door suddenly opened and Zhao Xiaorou walked out, dressed in a camisole and hot pants, groggily rubbing her eyes. She had come out by chance to use the bathroom.

“Who… who are you?”

Upon entering the living room, Zhao Xiaorou immediately noticed Zhou Lang had brought back a beautiful blonde woman, and she instantly woke up, pointing at Ivanova as her fierce side resurfaced.

“You’re the girl renting with Brother Lang?”

Ivanova paused for a moment and said, “Hello, I’m Brother Lang’s girlfriend. My name is Ivanova.”

Then, pretending to be gracious, Ivanova extended her hand toward Xiaorou for a handshake.

Before meeting Zhao Xiaorou, Ivanova didn’t mind that Zhou Lang was cohabiting with another girl — after all, she was prepared to accept that Zhou Lang might have more than one woman in his life. But after seeing Xiaorou, jealousy surged through her. Zhao Xiaorou was just too beautiful, and she was dressed so provocatively. How could a man live with such a woman and not have anything happen?

“Ivanova, you must be a foreigner, right? When did Brother Lang make you his girlfriend? I didn’t know about it at all. He sleeps in the same bed as me. He’s my man!”

To Ivanova’s surprise, Zhao Xiaorou completely ignored her outstretched hand and said coldly.

“What’s going on, Brother Lang? Didn’t you say she was just your roommate?”

Ivanova’s face changed as she asked. She was starting to feel like her worst fears had come true.

“Xiaorou’s just joking. We rent a two-bedroom apartment. How could we possibly be sleeping in the same bed?”

Zhou Lang quickly explained, realizing he had underestimated Ivanova’s jealousy. Xiaorou’s sudden jealousy also caught him off guard — after all, she wasn’t even his girlfriend yet, so her reaction was unexpected.

“I trust what Brother Lang says,” Ivanova, being both smart and sharp, immediately wrapped herself around Zhou Lang’s arm.

“Brother Lang, we were already sharing a bed back when we stayed at that hotel. Don’t think you can just toss me aside now that you’ve found another woman,” Zhao Xiaorou retorted, refusing to back down and grabbing onto Zhou Lang’s other arm.

Zhou Lang, now with a woman on each arm, wasn’t feeling the least bit happy. Instead, he had a headache. He had originally thought the two women would get along, but now they were clearly at odds. He liked both of them, and it wasn’t easy to favor one over the other.

“Ahem… let’s not do this. How about we sit down and talk?”

Zhou Lang said helplessly. With the situation unfolding like this, it had to be resolved.

So, in the middle of the night, the three of them sat down on the living room couch. Still, Ivanova and Zhao Xiaorou each clung tightly to Zhou Lang from either side.

Both women were stunning and well-endowed, their soft curves pressing against either side of Zhou Lang. Such fortune was rare, but Zhou Lang had no time to appreciate the sensation right now.

“Brother Lang, tell her — I’m your official girlfriend,” Ivanova said.

“Brother Lang, when we got close, this mixed-blood woman wasn’t even around. You can’t just toss me aside like this,” Zhao Xiaorou added. She hadn’t wanted to be Zhou Lang’s girlfriend before, but now that he had brought another woman back, her jealousy flared up.

“Alright, let me speak,” Zhou Lang said, having made up his mind. If he let this go on, it wasn’t going to end well.

Both Ivanova and Zhao Xiaorou quieted down when Zhou Lang started talking.

“Ivanova, before you became my girlfriend, I told you about my identity, and I told you I wouldn’t have just one woman in my life. You also knew about my rental arrangement with Xiaorou before coming here. So why are you so jealous now?”

Zhou Lang said.

Ivanova was taken aback. She hadn’t expected Zhou Lang to only address her and say nothing to Zhao Xiaorou. She felt wronged.

Meanwhile, Zhao Xiaorou, feeling triumphant, smiled smugly.

“Xiaorou, you also know I’m a cultivator, but you’re not even my girlfriend yet. You have no reason to be jealous. Sure, we shared a bed, but nothing happened between us,” Zhou Lang continued, turning to Zhao Xiaorou.

Zhao Xiaorou’s smug smile immediately froze, while Ivanova’s spirits lifted, her earlier frustration vanishing.

“Brother Lang, I’ve already made up my mind to be your girlfriend. Now I have every right to be jealous. I told you long ago that I wanted to be your woman,” Zhao Xiaorou said after a brief pause.

“Didn’t you say before that you couldn’t accept me having multiple women? If you’ve truly made up your mind, then the two of you will have to get along like sisters from now on. No more jealousy,” Zhou Lang said. If this little jealousy incident could help make Zhao Xiaorou his girlfriend, then he’d be winning. After all, finding someone like Xiaorou, who was both fierce and pure, was no easy task in modern society.

“Brother Lang, I met you first, so I should be the big sister,” Zhao Xiaorou declared immediately.

“I’ve already been Brother Lang’s official girlfriend. If you want to be his woman, you’ll need my approval. If Brother Lang likes you, I won’t make it difficult for you, but you’ll have to be the little one,” Ivanova said coldly, unwilling to give up her position.

“Why are you two always fighting?”

Zhou Lang’s headache returned.

“It’s late. Ivanova, let me take you back.”

“Brother Lang, it’s so late already. I’m not going back.”

Ivanova’s meaning was clear — she planned to stay the night, obviously to spite Zhao Xiaorou. While she could accept Zhao Xiaorou being one of Zhou Lang’s women, she wouldn’t let her be the one on top.

“Brother Lang, I’m your main wife. I’ll warm your bed tonight. Ivanova can sleep on the couch,” Zhao Xiaorou said sweetly to Zhou Lang.