Let's Squander A Billion First!-Chapter 518 - Difficult to be a Hostage (13)
Chapter 518 -518: Difficult to be a Hostage (13)
Chapter 518 -518: Difficult to be a Hostage (13)
“Do you want this person?” Miss Cui asked Chuzheng.
Chuzheng glanced over there.
A confirmatory look, that’s the Good Person Card I was looking for.
“Is there a problem?”
Slap—
Miss Cui’s hand struck the table, her tone increasing by who knows how many degrees, “Of course, there’s a problem!”
Chuzheng: “…”
I was scared to death.
Just speak, why hit the table!
“Fine!” Miss Cui finished the act for two persons by herself, “Today I am in a good mood, so I’ll compete with you on the same stage. Whoever offers the highest price will have this person. How about that?”
Chuzheng’s gaze drifted towards Miss Cui.
Miss Cui was heavily drunk, yet still could recognize him, that was already her limit.
You think Chuzheng would slap her in the face with money.
No!
You are wrong!
Chuzheng looked at the madam, and cold words spilled from her mouth, “Throw her out.”
Where did this idiot come from.
Why should I compete with you?
This is originally mine!
A random wild hen thinks she can compete with me, dream on!
“…” The madam was terrified, the aura exuding from Chuzheng was astonishing, she swallowed her saliva, “This gentleman, she is the daughter of the Marquis’s family.”
Can’t throw her out.
The Marquis’s family?
Which Marquis’s family?
I don’t know them!
Even if I did, what does it have to do with me, I am not a citizen of Jin Country.
Therefore, Chuzheng was not moved in the slightest, “What about the Marquis’s daughter? Is she heavy?”
I am still the Prince of Wei Country!
[…] Little sister, you’re just a hostage, please recognize your identity!
I’m very clear about it.
[…Where are you clear?]
Don’t you think I’d be an idiot if I agreed to compete with her?
[…] No! Little sister, we are rich, don’t be scared!! You can crush her with money!
If it can’t kill her, don’t want, throw!
Simple and convenient, saves time and effort, say goodbye to trouble!
“Gentleman, I will immediately ask Miss Cui to leave,” the madam assured, “Miss Cui, you really are drunk. I will have someone send you back to your residence.”
“Go… go back? I won’t go back… I don’t want to go back!” Miss Cui clung to the table, “I want this, you… you compete with me in the bidding!”
“Throw her out!” Chuzheng’s voice was ice-cold.
The madam felt as if the coldness in the air was tangible.
She didn’t care that Miss Cui was clinging to the table with all her limbs, she summoned people to come over.
Those who lifted arms did so, and those who lifted legs did the same, and thus they ‘escorted’ Miss Cui out.
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The madam trembled outside for a while, then composed her expression and went back in smilingly.
“Gentleman, I am really sorry about earlier.”
Chuzheng put on a cool face.
The experience was extremely poor!
The madam tentatively glanced at her own master.
The man seemed still not quite sober, showing little reaction.
The master’s acting skills…
The madam took a deep breath, “This one just arrived…”
The madam didn’t dare to touch the man, “This… this is quite rare… Although he has not yet… been trained, but rest assured, gentleman, we have… we have medicines here, there will be no problems… We guarantee your satisfaction.”
Chuzheng sat there with the posture of a boss, looking cool and domineering.
The madam suddenly began to stammer, and inevitably, Chuzheng shifted her gaze onto her.
She was just fine a moment ago, why start stammering all of a sudden?
“That’s him, you can go down.” Chuzheng confirmed this person was her Good Person Card, she waved her hand to dismiss the stammering madam.
The madam looked at the man hesitantly and apprehensively.
That look, in the eyes of others, probably meant ‘asking for money’.
So Chuzheng pulled out a silver note, slamming it onto the table with an air of dominance.
Her entire aura screamed—I’m filthy rich!
Madam Brothel: “…”
As a brothel keeper in the pleasure quarters, one must possess a strong mental fortitude.
The madam took a deep breath, put on a smile, said a few flattering words, picked up the silver note, and hurriedly sashayed away.
The man was placed in a chair, his disheveled hair hiding most of his face.
Chuzheng stood up, steadied him, and brushed the hair from his face.
The man’s eyebrows and eyes were revealed.
Chuzheng: “…”
Isn’t this the Third Prince she had caught a fleeting glimpse of before?
Chuzheng thought hard; it seems like the Jin royal family indeed has the surname Lian…
Lian Qiong?
Being poor is one thing, but to be continuously poor…
He truly lived up to the Good Person Card he was born with.
Even his name was pitiful.
So the Third Prince of the current dynasty watched his own host stare at his face for a long while, without making a single move.
The Third Prince felt: This position is tiring, you know!
Lian Qiong’s mother, Consort Xiao, was once a beauty that shook the whole world.
Lian Qiong fully inherited Consort Xiao’s beauty, almost blurring the lines of gender, yet never making one feel that he was effeminate, the air of a young man was intensely undeniable.
Lian Qiong’s eyes held a foggy mist, seemingly dazed, confused, yet also faintly angry…
“What will it take for you to let me go?” Lian Qiong couldn’t endure the silence any longer, and took the initiative to speak, “I can give you a lot of money.”
Chuzheng stood up, looking down on him from her higher position, her voice indifferent, “Third Prince, I don’t lack money.”
Anyone who talks money with me is the devil.
Lian Qiong: “…”
She knows who I am.
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It was just a brief encounter last time, so how did she remember me?
If only I had known, I should’ve disguised my face as well.
Lian Qiong chuckled softly, his refined brows and eyes easing open, his long, thick lashes lightly casting shadows, hiding the glint in his eyes.
When he looked up again, his entire demeanor had undergone a sharp transformation.
Just now he was the helpless little figure sold into a brothel.
Now, he was the customer seeking pleasure in the brothel—if he hadn’t been tied up, that is.
Lian Qiong’s eyes cleared of fog as his rosy lips slightly curled, his voice changing subtly, clear but sufficiently alluring, “Since you know who I am, why would the Prince of Wei Country dare to keep me here?”
“If I redeem you, will you think I’m a good person?”
Chuzheng asked seriously.
Lian Qiong raised an eyebrow: “Does the Prince of Wei Country really have such gentlemanly manners?”
Chuzheng thought for a moment; Lian Qiong’s question probably pertained to her requirements for a mate. She couldn’t possibly want a girl, so a boy was perfectly fine.
Therefore, Chuzheng earnestly nodded her head.
Lian Qiong’s smile curved into an even more attractive arc: “Really didn’t see that one coming.”
“Nor did I see it coming, that the Third Prince of Jin Country would be sold into a brothel,” Chuzheng retorted, icily poking at his sore spot.
Lian Qiong merely shrugged nonchalantly: “Everyone slips up now and then, even horses stumble. Could it be the Prince of Wei Country never makes mistakes or falls into someone else’s schemes?”
Chuzheng’s cold face: “I’ve never been sold into a brothel.”
“…” The brothel is mine!
“If I redeem you, will you think I’m a good person?” Chuzheng continued to ask earnestly.
Every day, she strived to be a good person!
Lian Qiong mused over her words carefully.
Word by word.
Not even the pauses differed.
And the man standing before him displayed no change in expression whatsoever.
“Of course,” Lian Qiong smiled: “To receive aid from the Prince of Wei Country is an utmost honor.”
Chuzheng nodded in satisfaction.
“Prince of Wei Country, may I ask for you to untie me first?” inquired Lian Qiong: “Don’t you find this rather strange?”
Chuzheng: “It’s quite fine.” He won’t run away.
His mind whirred rapidly: “Did the Prince of Wei Country come specifically for me?”
“Yes.”
“How did you know I was here?”
“I was chasing…,” Chuzheng paused: “I saw.”
Seeking you out in the dead of night, from the dilapidated temple to the brothel, do you think that was easy for me?!
