Du Yutong, a young woman, was hardly in a position to stay in a private room and listen to the lewd talk next door.

If we can bring Madam Wei here, then there's nothing more for her to do here.

After leaving the private room, she told the maid to stay behind and quietly went downstairs to leave.

Madam Wei, who also came from a prestigious family, was naturally not stupid. She realized that Madam Du hadn't invited her for tea today; she had come to invite her to listen to erotic music.

She glanced in the direction Du Yutong had left, feeling incredibly regretful. Such a dignified, gentle, and well-mannered girl—if she could marry into the Wei family, she would have so much less to worry about.

In order to completely isolate that vixen Chen, she chose the second eldest daughter of the Du family.

Thinking that he would find a legitimate daughter to marry his illegitimate son, he thought that once the bride entered the family, she would look down on Aunt Chen and naturally become close to her.

Unexpectedly, the vixen's son was so disappointing, actually having a secret rendezvous with another woman here, and was caught red-handed by the Du family.

Just as Madam Wei was heartbroken, a man's voice came from next door again.

"My dear, please be patient for a few days. Once I break off the engagement with the Du family, I will marry you in a grand and glorious ceremony."

"Sanlang used the same excuse to fob me off last time. If your stepmother insists that you marry the Du family girl, what will you do then?"

"Believe me, I would rather die than do that. If Jiao'er doesn't believe Sanlang, Sanlang will repay her with his body."

As the sound of tables and chairs being moved came from next door, the man let out a low laugh.

"Hey! Sanlang, please stop..."

"If Jiao'er refuses to give it to Sanlang, does that mean she doesn't trust him? If you're willing to do as Sanlang says this once, Sanlang will personally go back tonight to break off the engagement."

In the private room next door, Madam Wei clenched her fists tightly, her face already not fair.

Upon hearing this, his face darkened even more.

When the waiter came up with the tray, the maid outside the door quickly went forward to take it.

Seeing that the teahouse was frequented by distinguished ladies, the waiter quietly withdrew.

The maid took the tray, turned and went into the private room, gently carrying out the tea and pastries from the tray, her slow movements as if afraid of startling the illicit couple next door.

Madam Du remained expressionless, but inwardly she was practically cheering for her neighbor.

She personally poured a cup of tea for Madam Wei, then picked up the teacup herself and lowered her eyes slightly.

He listened intently to the commotion next door, his inner voice cheering with excitement, wishing the two next door would immediately start fighting.

In the private room, Jiang Jiaojiao and Wei Mingzhou heard footsteps going upstairs and then there was no further movement. They assumed that the waiter had led the people to another private room.

Little did they know that the people next to them were so excited that they practically dug their toes into a second courtyard.

Especially Madam Wu on the other side of the private room, whose two maids were the people who served her outside the room, were probably used to hearing about the intimate matters between their mistress and husband.

At first, they were afraid of embarrassing their mistress and felt awkward, but when they saw her frowning and silent, the two maids sat quietly to the side as if nothing had happened, occasionally pouring tea for their mistress.

Mrs. Wu heard that the two next door almost went off on a whim several times, and the tea in her mouth lost its flavor.

If the neighbors really did *that*, it would be incredibly awkward.

But the two next door cuddled for quite a while, the woman keeping the man's appetite in suspense, leaving him wanting more.

Madam Wu then realized what eavesdropping felt like. No wonder some unmarried young men loved to eavesdrop on wedding nights—it was so exciting!

Before she knew it, Madam Wu had finished all the tea in the teapot on the table.

But if you drink too much, you'll need to use the restroom. What should you do?

Just as she was about to get up again, she heard ambiguous panting sounds coming from next door.

Then the man asked, "Jiao'er, do you really not believe Sanlang?"

"Third, Third Brother, don't be so impatient. Jiao'er will be yours sooner or later."

"Since Jiao'er has made up her mind about Sanlang, why does she keep rejecting him? Alas! It seems that Jiao'er doesn't really like me."

When Wei Mingzhou saw that even a seasoned pro at the pleasure quarters couldn't win over a virgin, and that Jiang Jiaojiao wasn't exactly beautiful, he was genuinely considering giving up.

Seeing Wei Mingzhou withdraw his hand dejectedly, Jiang Jiaojiao felt a little flustered. She gritted her teeth and asked, "Sanlang just said he'd break off the engagement tonight. Is that true? If you break off the engagement, when will you come to my house to propose?"

Seeing that his strategy of retreating to advance had worked, Wei Mingzhou pulled Jiang Jiaojiao into his arms again.

A hint of desire flickered in his eyes, and he said softly, "Jiao'er, believe me. Everything I said is true. I swear, I will break off the engagement tonight and prepare generous gifts to propose to the Minister's mansion tomorrow."

"Really?" Jiang Jiaojiao shyly twisted her waist.

"Truly, if Sanlang has wronged our beloved child, may he be struck by lightning and die a horrible death, um..."

Seeing that Wei Mingzhou had made such a solemn oath, Jiang Jiaojiao's heart overflowed with tenderness. Before Wei Mingzhou could finish the rest of the oath, she skillfully sealed his lips with hers.

Wei Mingzhou chose this teahouse because it was quiet and less crowded, and the small couches in the private rooms were larger than those in other teahouses.

He supported Jiang Jiaojiao's waist with one hand and spun her around, placing her on the small couch.

Their breaths mingled, and Wei Mingzhou skillfully lifted Jiang Jiaojiao's skirt and covered her up.

In an instant, a soft moan filled the room, and an atmosphere of sensuality filled the air.

Wei Mingzhou's movements were gentle and considerate. Jiang Jiaojiao buried her face in his neck in embarrassment. Thinking of her future husband, who was handsome, gentle and affectionate, Jiang Jiaojiao trembled with happiness and became as soft as spring water.

Mrs. Wu, who was in the next private room, was so engrossed in the conversation that she forgot about her urgent need to use the restroom.

She swallowed awkwardly and said in a low voice to the two maids, "Men are all big pigs, their oaths are all bullshit."

The two maids stared wide-eyed.

Their wives had never uttered such vulgar words before; they seemed quite provoked today.

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