A lightning strike transmigrated Zu An into another world. In that world, he was known as the tr*sh of Brightmoon City, but for some reason, he was married to the gorgeous and highly talented daugh...
If things drag on for too long, those with ill intentions might be able to find their tracks when they go out to make arrangements.
Sun Ji then arranged for several guards to continue standing watch at the door, pretending that he was still in the room indulging in pleasure.
In addition, he specially assigned a subordinate to keep watch outside guest number 333's room.
"Hmph, let him live one more night. After I finish my important business, I'll bring people back and make him wish he were dead!" Sun Ji was determined not to let this guy who had slapped him in the face several times get away with it. However, he was born into a prestigious family and knew what was important.
Meanwhile, Zu'an was concentrating on eavesdropping on the conversation when suddenly there was a knock on the door of the private room.
"who?"
"Young master, it's me." A sweet voice rang out.
"Is there something you need?" Zu An frowned. It was that host from before. What was she doing here?
The beautiful host outside the door froze with a smile. She hadn't expected that the man wouldn't open the door even after hearing her voice. What an insensitive man!
However, she reacted quickly and continued, "I came here specifically to deliver the Fang of the Azure Wolf King and the Nine-Headed Pheasant Feathers to you, young master."
You can't possibly refuse this, can you?
Sure enough, the door opened as soon as she finished speaking.
Zuan sized up the woman at the door and had to admit that she was a stunning beauty. Upon closer inspection, he could see her exquisite figure, accentuated by the cheongsam, coupled with her luscious red lips, sweet smile, and those unspoken eyes, making it hard to feel any dislike towards her.
Zuan looked her up and down and said, "Miss, there doesn't seem to be anywhere you can fit those things in this outfit."
The other person was wearing only a soft, thin dress and didn't even have a bag.
"Calling me 'Miss' all the time is too formal. My name is Tang Tian'er, you can call me Tian'er, sir." The beautiful host said with a smile, "Won't you invite me in? It's a little embarrassing for other guests to see me standing at the door like this."
"A good surname and a pleasant-sounding given name, the girl is indeed as sweet as sugar." Zu An had a different thought in mind, speaking in a tea-tea style, clearly a high-end green tea.
"Young master has a sweet tongue. I wonder how I should address you?" Seeing the other party step aside to make way, Tang Tian'er went into the room and closed the door behind her.
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My last book was finished so long ago, and it still needs revisions! Sigh, it was revised countless times during serialization, and many more times after it was finished. I really don't know what to say.