I Just Wanted to Teach Cultivation, But Goddesses Keep Coming! - Chapter 433 Three Minutes of Posturing, Two Seconds of Fighting
In truth, this was precisely what Lin Feng intended.
He did not hide his nature, nor did he pretend to be something he wasn’t.
Instead, he allowed everything to be seen clearly… his desires, his actions, his lifestyle.
There was no deception.
Because in his view, only those who could truly accept all of him without hesitation, without retreat were worthy of remaining by his side.
Strength was not just about cultivation.
It was also about the heart.
Bai Meili slowly closed her eyes, taking a quiet breath as she steadied herself.
The path she had chosen… was not an easy one.
And now, she had to decide whether she truly had the strength to walk it.
***
Morning arrived quietly, sunlight slipping through the windows in soft golden strands.
The last to stir was Li Yuhua.
She shifted slightly beneath the covers, her body still carrying a lingering heaviness from the night before.
A faint smile touched her lips as fragments of memory surfaced… warmth, closeness, and the unmistakable feeling of being cherished.
Though exhausted, there was a deep sense of satisfaction in her heart.
Slowly, she sat up.
The space beside her was already empty.
Lin Feng had long since left.
From what she could gather, he had gone to his class early, as usual.
Most of the women around him had followed along, eager to stay by his side.
Yet, interestingly enough, none of them shared the same kind of night she had just experienced.
Curious, Li Yuhua asked around.
The answer she received surprised her slightly. Lin Feng… was waiting.
He wanted their first time to be meaningful and something private and special, not something lost in the chaos of a crowded room.
He had deliberately held back, choosing patience over indulgence.
Li Yuhua blinked, then nodded slowly.
“That makes sense…” she murmured to herself.
A woman’s first time… was indeed something unforgettable.
Whether it was joy, nervousness, or vulnerability… it stayed with her for a lifetime.
In that regard, Lin Feng’s restraint spoke volumes.
Still…
She tilted her head slightly, a thoughtful expression crossing her face.
“But I heard there’s another woman he treats the same way he treats me…”
Her lips curved faintly.
“Su Muyao…”
The name lingered in her thoughts.
“Should I visit her one of these days? Maybe… get to know her?”
It wasn’t jealousy that filled her heart. Rather… Curiosity.
And perhaps… a quiet desire to understand the place she held in Lin Feng’s world.
Shaking her head lightly, she pushed the thoughts aside for now and rose from the bed.
Stretching lazily, she made her way toward the bath, the sound of running water soon filling the room as the morning truly began.
An hour later, the door to the master bedroom slowly opened.
Li Yuhua stepped out, her movements slightly unsteady, her expression still carrying traces of what had just transpired.
Her hair was loosely draped over her shoulders, and there was a softness to her features that had not been there before.
But the moment she lifted her gaze… She froze. Someone was waiting for her just outside.
“Yan’er…” Li Yuhua whispered, her voice faltering.
Standing there was Li Zhiyan.
Her daughter’s expression was calm, almost too calm but beneath that calmness was something far more complicated.
Disappointment, confusion… and something else she couldn’t quite name.
Li Yuhua’s heart tightened. She could understand that look. She knew why it was there.
Her lips parted slightly, as if to explain, to justify herself but no words came out.
For once, the usually composed Li Yuhua found herself at a loss.
The silence stretched between them. In the end, it was Li Zhiyan who broke it.
“We need to talk, Mother.”
Her voice was steady, leaving no room for refusal.
Li Yuhua hesitated for a brief moment… then nodded.
Without another word, the two of them walked side by side across the courtyard, eventually entering a quiet room far from the others.
The door closed behind them with a soft click, sealing them within a space meant for honesty.
For a few seconds, neither spoke.
“Why?”
Li Zhiyan’s question was simple.
But its weight was anything but.
Li Yuhua lowered her gaze, her fingers unconsciously tightening around her sleeves.
“I…” she began softly, her voice lacking its usual certainty. “I don’t know.”
She paused, as if searching for the right words yet realizing there were none that could fully explain it.
“I didn’t plan for any of this to happen,” she continued.
“I was just attending a friend’s birthday gathering… and the night before, we were talking about Lin Feng.”
Her eyes grew distant, as though recalling that moment.
“Then I saw him there… in that very place. And for some reason, it felt like more than coincidence. It felt like… fate.”
She let out a quiet breath.
“Like fate was giving me a chance. A chance to choose something for myself for once.”
Her voice softened even further.
“So I took it.”
She looked up slightly, her expression conflicted but sincere.
“And when I did… Lin Feng showed me a world I had never experienced before. A world I could only dream about.”
Silence followed her words. Li Zhiyan stood there, listening. Her hands clenched at her sides.
She wanted to be angry.
She wanted to question her, to argue, to reject everything she had just heard but no matter how hard she tried, the anger wouldn’t come.
Because deep down… She understood. Lin Feng was not an ordinary man.
He was someone any woman could only dream of… handsome, gentle in his own way, powerful yet never overbearing.
There was something about him that naturally drew people in, something difficult to resist.
And that made everything even more complicated.
Li Zhiyan slowly exhaled, her gaze lowering slightly.
“…I see.”
Her voice was quiet, carrying a hint of resignation.
But the turmoil in her heart had not settled.
Not even close.
The most annoying part was the envy. Li Zhiyan hated that she wanted what her mother had.
Beneath her calm exterior, she burned for Lin Feng to stop playing the gentleman and simply claim her and mount her hard also.
In Li Zhiyan’s eyes, finding a man to match Lin Feng was like seeking a second sun in the sky.
He was simply too transcendent and compared to his brilliance, the other geniuses and men of the world were nothing more than flickering candles in a gale.
