I never expected this!

So this is what it means to be a small-time merchant with no principles!

Upon hearing this, Jia Xitong was completely taken aback. She stared wide-eyed at the original author, Shang Yanting, with a look of utter astonishment.

These eight musicians must have been trained by Wei Feiying.

Upon hearing Shang Yanting's words, the musicians moved closer to him one by one. Among them, the woman named Huaying nestled in his arms, whispering softly and looking alluring, which made Jia Xitong tremble involuntarily.

Huh!

"Young Master Yan."

Hua Ying picked up a bunch of grapes and gently brought them to his lips.

In the original story, Shang Yanting lowered his eyes, and after a moment, took a bite of the grape.

"Young Master~"

Another beautiful woman, who looked even more glamorous, offered him a wine glass, but he turned away and refused, instead opening his mouth to eat the grapes that the woman offered him again.

Indulging in extravagance and debauchery.

Jia Xitong couldn't help but sigh. As expected of the original Shang Yanting, Xiao Shang might be late for his lewd antics, but he would never be absent.

She comforted herself, telling herself it was okay and not to think about this unfilial son.

However, seeing her host's face, which looks exactly like his, holding a woman in his arms, she still occasionally feels the urge to slap him.

Impulsiveness is the devil.

Impulsiveness is the devil.

He's not her family's host, don't be impulsive, don't hit him with the sole of your shoe.

Jia Xitong bravely comforted herself and watched expressionlessly as the original story's Xiao Shang was fed grapes for most of the night by a woman named Hua Ying.

He fed Huaying grapes until his hand cramped up, but he didn't stop. I really don't know why he's so fond of eating grapes.

Were you transformed from a grape worm in your past life?

"Young Master Yan, my hands are sore."

Hua Ying held out her delicate, reddened hands, hoping Shang Yanting would show her pity. However, Shang Yanting looked at another woman holding a flute who was surrounding him and said, "She step back, you come here."

Ah, this...

That's so unromantic.

At a time like this, shouldn't you hold Huaying's delicate little hand, blow on it first, then kiss it, and finally hold her in your arms to do some naughty things?

Who could understand that she now both wanted to rush up and beat up the original author Xiao Shang, and was also looking forward to watching Xiao Shang recreate those blood-pumping scenes from the original work?

Jia Xitong couldn't help but click her tongue at this thought.

Although it was a very soft sound, Shang Yanting still heard it.

He was deliberately interacting with the people around him, yet he couldn't help but keep his attention drawn to that ethereal being beside him. For some reason, even though it was this ethereal being that clearly clicked its tongue in displeasure, it inexplicably gave him a sense of pleasure.

He reached out and hooked Hua Ying, who had just complained of hand pain, and said ambiguously, "You need to understand, it's not just you who can take care of me, and I don't need you."

Who gave you the audacity to throw a tantrum in front of me?

Shang Yanting glanced at Jia Xitong out of the corner of his eye, referring to her indifferent attitude towards him in the Queshan mountain range and at this moment.

Don't expect to speak to her unless she speaks first!

Hua Ying's face turned deathly pale upon hearing this. "I'm so sorry, Young Master Yan!"

She never expected that the flirting techniques she had learned would provoke such a huge rage from Shang Yanting!

Knowing that this was Wei Feiying's benefactor, she dared not be negligent. She quickly asked someone to send over a plate of grapes, carefully peeling each grape until it was plump and full.

That's... way too petty!

Jia Xitong didn't think Shang Yanting's words were directed at her at all; she just felt that this girl named Hua Ying was in a bad situation.

He likes to peel the fruit himself, why make a fuss!

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