Chapter Ninety-One: Must I Truly Go and Beg Him?

“Young Madam, where are you headed now?”

Uncle Liu studied Song Hui’s expression through the rearview mirror.

At the title, Song Hui’s brows knit faintly. “Uncle Liu, you should know what happened between Fu Chen and me. From now on, call me Miss Shen.”

No one could be allowed to know the name Song Hui. Even if she and Fu Chen had divorced, she was still Shen Huaiqing.

Uncle Liu said awkwardly, “I’m just used to calling you that. But Young Master said this matter must not be made public, so he told us to address you as we always have.”

Fu Chen capable of such kindness? In Song Hui’s heart, he was now little better than a rat scurrying through the streets.

She could not be bothered to dwell on it. There was still much to deal with today...

The old man gave a slight nod, but said nothing. Seeing Ren Yi so composed, he sighed inwardly, ashamed that his own spiritual discipline was inferior to that of the young man before him. With that shame, he finally gave up any thought of testing him and instead remembered the true purpose of this journey.

That very night, a calling card was sent to Yang Xu’s residence: Gu Zhongyun of Spirit Mountain presents his respects. Yang Xu tossed the card aside and said he had no time, then ordered the steward to drive the messenger away at once.

“Our service offers what you cannot even imagine—there is nothing we cannot do!” the girl replied proudly.

“Reporting to Master Yang, Brother Ji Sibao from the yamen gate asked me to pass on a message. He said the task you mentioned has been taken care of, and asked whether you might have time to go and have a look.” After speaking, he lifted his head to gauge Yang Xu’s expression.

Ye Xi assumed a taekwondo stance. At the sight of it, the others stared; they had never seen such a posture in fighting before.

The last group was in a torment of indecision. What they had lost was neither much nor little—nothing terribly costly, yet by no means cheap. Compared with the wretches before them, they were plainly fortunate; yet set against those behind them, whose losses were so slight as to be almost negligible, this batch felt so aggrieved they wanted to curse their mothers.

“Aloeswood, I’m sorry. I came too late...” Feng Yufei walked to Aloeswood’s side and knelt gently, wanting to gather the figure on the ground into his arms.

“Thank you for your esteem, my lord.” Yang Xu was overjoyed. Being under someone else’s thumb was never pleasant; with Zhou Shijie now above him, handling matters in the future would be far easier. Still, he wondered where the current prefect of Pingyang, He Chonghuan, had gone.

Ying’er understood at once. Holding the feather duster in her hand, she let it glide slowly down along the spine until it stopped between the buttocks, then thrust it inward with force. Xiren’s whole body involuntarily contracted and tensed. Baoyu, watching, could not help frowning. This girl who seemed so sweetly simple on the surface was capable of such a vicious move?

“Old Wei, now that we’ve got someone to back us, where’s our road to making money? Come on, tell everyone about it...” Li Guo asked with a broad smile.

Before the steps stood two rows of iron-armored soldiers, one to the left and one to the right, facing each other at a distance wide enough for two carriages.

The Slinger people, as a nation that revered chaos, were half a seafaring people and half a hunting people. Their heavy consumption of sea fish supplied them with ample vitamin A, so they never suffered from night blindness.

“Heh.” As expected of Zeng the Scoundrel from the world of Love Apartment—cheap beyond compare.

As for thugs, loyalty was never their strong suit. Once they were beaten to the ground, they simply fled.

Her eyes widened to perfect circles as she stared ahead. When she had fallen nearly halfway backward, she bit her lip, suddenly kicked off the eaves with both feet, and shot backward through the air.

“Let me introduce you. Ye Lengfeng, my... very good friend!” Mary Sue said, looking at Ruby and Jerry with grave sincerity.

Shut the door, lock the door—done in one fluid motion. Who am I? You think twenty years of bachelor-strength in one arm is a joke?

When I said I had no designs on you, I meant it. It was only a man’s instinct, that’s all. Don’t be angry. I won’t look again in the future.

“Heh, let me ask you, Young Master Dongfang—you’re already at my mercy, yet you still put on such airs. Do you really think that’s wise?” Ye Lengfeng asked with an amused smile, looking at Dongfang Ao.

Chen Laixiang giggled and said, “You bad A-Feng! Who knows what shape you’ve kneaded the buns inside me into? If you keep this up, your Xiang won’t be able to bear it. I’d better run the bath for you first—otherwise if you wear me out so badly I can’t even stand, I won’t be able to draw the water for you.” As she spoke, she rose and went into the bathroom to start filling the tub.