120: Chapter 120 The "Egg Rice" Theory: Gulnazar's Insightful Analysis

Tong Liya took a deep breath and nodded: "Mm."

Gulnazar spent a long time digesting this explosive amount of information, then blinked curiously: "How does it feel?"

"It feels…"

Tong Liya was just about to answer according to her prompt when she suddenly realized something was wrong and looked at her with an expression of disbelief.

"Have you lost your mind? Is that the point you should be focusing on right now? You hear such an absurd thing, and your first reaction is to ask me if it feels good?"

Gulnazar, however, appeared surprisingly calm: "Then what should I ask?"

"Ask…" Right, what should she ask? If she were the listener, what would she ask?

"Actually, I don't find it surprising at all," Gulnazar added lightly.

"Huh?" Tong Liya was completely bewildered.

The script had completely derailed; how was this girl's reaction so completely different from what she had anticipated?

"Think about it carefully. There are five of us living people, and only one husband. We are all at the age of being as beautiful as flowers and jade; who doesn't want to monopolize him every day? So, how do we solve that?"

"How do we solve it?"

Gulnazar raised a finger and began to analyze it logically: "There are only three paths. The first is to completely depend on the husband's mood. Whoever he feels like choosing to 'flip the sign' for today gets to serve in bed. It's just like an ancient emperor choosing a concubine; those who have nothing starve to death, while those who have everything are flooded to death."

"But this doesn't fit our husband's personality. Although he can be heartless after finishing, he is fair in his actions. Moreover, the five of us, whether in terms of face or figure, are like gods fighting; it's hard to distinguish who is better or worse, so it's impossible for him to favor only one person."

"The second path is a schedule. The five of us take turns, like you on Monday, me on Tuesday. It's fair, but the flaw is fatal. After one round, there are four days in between where you can't even touch a hair on the husband; who could stand that?"

"So, the third path, which is the one you all chose last night, is simply to eat from the communal pot together!"

"The benefits are obvious; no one has to wait bitterly to be chosen, and everyone gets an equal share of the rain and dew. The downside is that it sacrifices the privacy of a two-person world."

Tong Liya stared at Gulnazar in astonishment, her heart churning.

Good heavens, she really was a hidden expert! This clear and logical analysis could practically go toe-to-toe with that old fox, Yang Mi!

Had she found an ally, or had she found a strategist for herself?

Gulnazar continued to ask: "That's why I asked you, how was the practical experience of the third path? Can the husband handle it?"

"It was… pretty good," Tong Liya answered, stuttering.

"The husband wasn't hollowed out, was he?"

"He's like a pile driver… it's excessively good. The three of us were tossed around until our bones almost fell apart, and he could still drag me out for a morning run the next day."

Gulnazar nodded with satisfaction: "That's good. Facts have proven that the third path is indeed the optimal solution and a sustainable development strategy."

Tong Liya subconsciously nodded in agreement.

But she immediately felt something was wrong. Why was the tone becoming more and more like a late-night adult radio show? What was it that she had started talking about just now?

"Actually, these past two days, I've been pondering quite a few things at home alone," Gulnazar suddenly said again.

"Huh? Pondering what?"

Gulnazar lay back on the large bed, her fair, flat, and perfectly toned lower abdomen exposed to the air, her navel looking like a cute little black hole.

She stared at the ceiling and said faintly: "I used to think I was quite smart, but later I realized that in this home, I'm a complete idiot. The bystander sees clearly while the player is confused; these past two days, I finally realized that my strategy all along was completely wrong!"

"Where were you wrong?"

Gulnazar sat up straight, looked at Tong Liya, and asked back: "On the morning of the wrap-up in Manzhouli, why was Liu Shishi's walking posture all wrong, and why was she smiling so lasciviously?"

"At the airport, why was the husband acting so out of character, hugging and coaxing her, unable to part with her? Clearly, before that on the grasslands, he had an indifferent, deadpan attitude toward the three of us; why did it change when it came to Liu Shishi?"

"Also, I checked the Weibo trending topics yesterday. Last night, the husband took the three of you to crash the party at the Tianqiao Theater; I can understand taking Yang Mi and Reba, after all, they came back early. But why did he take only you?"

Tong Liya blinked her large eyes. Why? Of course, she knew why! This was the truth she had gained through her own personal experience. It wouldn't hurt to tell her, but…

"Because the husband is actually an extremely traditional man at heart. In his weird set of values, no matter how much you fawn over him or show concern in your daily life, as long as you haven't slept with him, you will always be an outsider! Only after you've done the real thing will he treat you as one of his own and protect you," Gulnazar revealed the answer herself.

"Sister Yaya, we are both from the same hometown, we came from the same place, and the same blood flows in our veins. In this home, we should naturally be allies. If you don't mind, I hope to form the closest bond of sisterhood with you."

"As long as we stick together for warmth, we can have absolute say in this home! We won't take the initiative to fight for the position of the main wife, but at least we can ensure we aren't squeezed out or wronged by Yang Mi and the others."

"Sister Yaya, I need your help, and you need my support. Don't count on that turncoat Dilraba; she has already been completely brainwashed by Yang Mi and will definitely stab us in the back at a critical moment."

Tong Liya held her head in both hands, her mind buzzing.

She was completely messed up.

Did she get the wrong script?!

These lines… weren't they supposed to be used by me to brainwash you? How were they all stolen by you?!

"Sister Yaya? What are you spacing out for?"

"Actually… these words were exactly what I intended to say to you just now. I just didn't expect your brain to move so fast that you snatched it all up first."

Tong Liya didn't hold back; she spoke the truth.

Gulnazar's intelligence and clarity, which exceeded her age, although unexpected, also filled her with confidence in their alliance.

Dealing with smart people is worry-free and effortless; you definitely won't lose out.

Gulnazar laughed happily: "I knew it! That's why we are a natural pair; even our thought patterns are exactly the same! Sister Yaya, when I have the husband's child in the future, I will definitely have him recognize you as his godmother!"

Tong Liya didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "With our messy family structure, let's skip the godmother procedure."

Gulnazar smirked: "That's also true. But I will teach him from a young age that among the few mothers, Mother Yaya is the one who loves him the most, so he will be more filial to you in the future."

Tong Liya was amused and reached out to tap her forehead: "You really think quite far ahead. There's not even a shadow of a start yet; the immediate priority is for you to find a way to get into his bed and rightfully become a member of the Lin family!"

Gulnazar nodded vigorously, her eyes firm: "I understand. That's why I came to ask Sister Yaya to be my strategist."

"What do you plan to do?"

Gulnazar leaned into Tong Liya's ear and began to whisper a conspiracy.

Tong Liya listened, nodding repeatedly, her eyes growing brighter and brighter.

After conspiring for a full half-hour, the two finally finalized a flawless "hunting plan."

Gulnazar lowered her head to think for a moment, then suddenly had a wild idea: "Sister Yaya, since we've formed an alliance, why don't we imitate the ancients and have a blood oath!"

"Huh?"

Tong Liya looked at her as if she were a psychiatric patient: "What era is this? Do we really need to be this cringey?"

Gulnazar looked serious: "It's a must! Life needs a sense of ritual; with a sense of ritual, our alliance will be unbreakable and have a sacred sense of belonging!"

"But… cutting a finger will be very painful, right?" Tong Liya instinctively felt a bit timid upon hearing the word "blood."

"That is indeed a problem…"

Gulnazar also furrowed her beautiful brows. If she really had to use a knife to cut a gash, she really couldn't bring herself to do it; what if it left a scar and looked ugly as hell?

"How about… when our periods come at the same time, we use that blood for the blood oath?"

Gulnazar had black lines all over her face, and she was completely stunned: "Sister, you are truly ruthless! A blood oath requires dripping blood into wine and drinking it! You want to soak wine in menstrual blood? This is going to kill me!"

After thinking for a long time, Gulnazar proposed a compromise: "How about we just take a sewing needle and lightly prick our fingertips? Just like going to the hospital to prick a finger for a blood test; just squeeze out two drops of blood to make a gesture. I happen to have a sewing needle in my makeup bag."

……

Ten-plus minutes later.

Tong Liya and Gulnazar sat cross-legged on the soft large bed, facing each other.

The two of them looked like they were looking in a mirror, both holding their slender, white index fingers in their mouths, sucking hard on the blood beads seeping from their fingertips, while staring at each other; the scene was extremely eerie and silent.

"Uh… is there any alcohol in the house?" Tong Liya asked in a muffled voice.

"Yes. The temperature-controlled wine cabinet in the kitchen is packed; there's red, white, and foreign liquor, but I don't think there's any beer," Gulnazar answered equally vaguely.

"Oh."

The two's conversation was dry, and they tacitly made no mention of the brain-dead "blood oath" ceremony that had just taken place.

What sacred sense of belonging? What sense of ritual? It was all total bullshit!

At this moment, all that surrounded them was the thick, ultimate sense of shame that made one's toes curl so hard they could dig out a three-bedroom apartment!

They proved with their own personal blood and tears: those blood oath tropes in martial arts novels are all lies!

This thing is just too stupid! Don't ever learn from it!

"Have you figured out the depth of the husband's drinking capacity?" Gulnazar took her finger out of her mouth, and there was an imperceptible little red dot on her fair, tender fingertip.

This was the price of a chuunibyou episode; it didn't hurt, but she felt her intelligence had been insulted.

"Put your heart in your stomach regarding that."

Tong Liya smiled confidently: "Didn't we have a late-night snack together before we went to the Tianqiao Theater the night before last? He was floating from drinking that day; I estimate his drinking limit is at most a jin and a half."

"White liquor?"

"Mm. Although we mixed in some red wine later, the main part was those five bottles of Moutai split among us."

Gulnazar stroked her chin and calculated: "A jin and a half… that's still within the realm of humanity, so that's no problem. Tonight, our two sisters will join forces, play a wheel war with him, and add our pre-set little schemes; it will be absolutely easy to get him drunk."

Tong Liya was confident: "It's settled! With me, the ace insider, providing cover, he won't be able to escape tonight; we must make him obediently submit!"