He said: "Sister, I'm Fan Jianguo's girlfriend."
"Wait, Fan Jianguo's girlfriend isn't... " She stopped herself, rushed inside, and soon returned with three other women—young and old, totaling five women—all staring at Bai Fendou.
Seeing this, Bai Fendou's heart raced, but he remembered Zhuang Zhixi's third strategy: if things got too crowded and he couldn't escape, smear Fan Jianguo's reputation.
Before he could speak, the aunt began, "These are my daughters-in-law and daughter. Sister, are you really Fan Jianguo's girlfriend?"
Bai Fendou: "Why would that be a lie?"
He started smearing Fan Jianguo's reputation:
"We've been together for years. I'm a widow, and he's a young man, so we haven't been very public about our relationship. I even supported his life."
"What?!"
Everyone's eyes widened in shock.
Bai Fendou, seeing everyone's stunned expressions, no longer felt nervous. Instead, he took on a bit of a theatrical flair. He said:
