“I…” Song Ting tightened her throat, somewhat afraid to look at him.
"Why don't you leave, sir?" Huaiyue slowly raised her hand and wrapped it around Song Ting's neck.
He practically clung to Song Ting, his naturally smiling eyes curving slightly.
"The esteemed guest is so powerful today, it has greatly affected the business of our Zuichunlou. Those dignitaries will probably never come again."
"If I don't get any more reward money from you, my mother will definitely be unhappy. I have to find a way to invite a few more guests."
A warm breath brushed against Song Ting's ear.
The latter had faced countless dangers and hardships without flinching or showing the slightest fear.
But now, the once imposing commander was actually tensing all his muscles, even clenching his teeth.
"Which other guest are you looking for?" Song Ting forced out the question, her eyes deep and unfathomable.
Huaiyue lowered her head and chuckled softly: "You jest, sir. It's always been nobles like you who choose the servants; how could I possibly have the final say?"
"If I could meet a guest as polite and considerate as you, sir, it would be a blessing I have accumulated over several lifetimes."
This made Song Ting feel inexplicably hateful and resentful.
He wondered what Chu Huaixu regarded him as, and what he himself regarded as.
How could he demean himself like that?
He wondered what Chu Huaixu had encountered in this filthy place during the years he had never witnessed.
He has smiled like that at countless people, and countless fools have touched him.
Once this thought arose, Song Ting could no longer suppress the murderous intent within him. He wanted to kill them all.
Everyone who has seen Chu Huaixu in this state, and everyone who has ever dared to lay a finger on him, deserves to die.
"Who touched you?" He gripped the wrist of the person in front of him, his brows furrowed with a chilling frost.
Chu Huaixu laughed again: "What a question, sir. I was taken care of by Madam Hua at Zuichunlou. There were so many guests coming and going every day, how could I possibly remember them all?"
"but……"
He gazed intently into Song Ting's eyes, his cool fingertips gently caressing his face like the most intimate caress between lovers.
"The gentlemen here often come to take care of us."
The words he spoke felt like a heavy punch to Song Ting's heart, making him dizzy and almost unable to stand.
After a long pause, Song Ting, his face grim, asked again, "Who?"
He unconsciously increased the pressure on his hand, to the point that Huaiyue felt some pain.
The latter struggled slightly, but was pulled even tighter.
He seemed to have resigned himself to his fate, and while the two were still entangled, he gently pushed Song Ting backward with his other hand.
Song Ting, caught off guard, actually fell onto the carved bed behind her.
Chu Huaixu knelt on one knee on the edge of the bed and leaned down, his long black hair falling onto Song Ting's chest.
The man smiled ingratiatingly, as if he thought Song Ting's words were naive:
"So what if you know who they are? Do you really intend to kill them, sir?"
Song Ting was completely suppressed at this moment, but the murderous aura that had formed on him from years of killing was not so easy to suppress.
He raised his hand and toyed with Chu Huaixu's long hair, making no attempt to hide his murderous intent: "So what if I kill him?"
“My lord is truly… times have changed.” Huaiyue chuckled softly, “He can even kill officials appointed by the imperial court without hesitation.”
Calloused fingers carefully twirled that small tuft of hair, the faint, cold fragrance like the most potent poison, threatening to kill Song Ting.
"Those who humiliate you deserve to die."
"whispering sound."
Huaiyue seemed to take this promise as just another common way for a patron to coax her, and didn't take it seriously.
He placed his hand on Song Ting's neck, his fingers tightening. "Isn't it you, sir, who deserves to die the most?"
The suffocating feeling made Song Ting extremely uncomfortable, and his years of living on the edge made him instinctively want to resist.
But upon seeing the beautiful eyes and brows of the person before him, he softened his heart and willingly entrusted his life to her.
He whispered, "So you've finally acknowledged me?"
"Tsk." Huaiyue let go of her hand, as if she suddenly felt bored, and her body also stepped back, but suddenly someone grabbed her wrist and pulled her back.
"I can't die yet."
Song Ting repeated what she had said before.
"But my life belongs to you. Even if you want to cut me into a thousand pieces someday, I will have no complaints."
"When?" Huaiyue's smile faded, and she looked at him coldly.
“I…” Song Ting choked, “...soon.”
These words were even more deceitful than the promise she had just made, and Huaiyue smiled sarcastically.
"Then I'll wait for you, sir."
He said, "Even if I die, I will be waiting for you down there."
I'm waiting to tear you to pieces, to pull out your tendons and bones.
Despite it being the most vicious curse, Song Ting reacted as if she had heard the most beautiful love words, her eyes and brows softening.
He cradled Huaiyue's head and placed a gentle kiss on his forehead.
"Okay. But you have to live. If you live, my life is yours. If you die, I'm afraid we won't be able to stay together."
He was destined for hell, but his son was so good that he would never suffer the torment of being torn apart by knives and fire.
Huaiyue glanced at him, a half-smile playing on her lips.
"How boring."
He broke free from Song Ting's grip, rolled off the bed, and as he moved, one side of his clothes fell down.
Song Ting's breath caught in his throat, his face turning ashen. "Who hit you?!"
Huaiyue didn't react at first, until she followed Song Ting's gaze downwards and saw the injury on her left collarbone.
He didn't take it seriously at all and simply pulled his clothes back up.
"How did this happen?" Song Ting was filled with hostility, his eyes filled with malice.
He gently placed his hand on Huaiyue's shoulder and pulled open her red dress.
Earlier in the ship's hall, Huaiyue had only shown his other shoulder, so Song Ting only realized now that he was carrying such a serious injury.
They all seem to be...
Each one was a reminder to Song Ting that what he had previously dared not think about or could not bear to think about had become a reality.
At this moment, Song Ting truly wanted to kill someone.
He was trembling all over, his teeth were grinding together, and he gripped Huaiyue's shoulders, squeezing out each word with difficulty:
"Tell me, who did this?"
He wanted to kill that man.
He was determined to kill that person.
He was executed by being cut into a thousand pieces.
Since their reunion tonight, he has always treated Huaiyue with utmost care and respect.
It was as if he were some precious object that would break if touched.
But at this moment, Song Ting was almost consumed by anger and lost all reason.
The hands gripping Huaiyue's shoulders used tremendous force, as if they wanted to crush his bones.
Cold sweat involuntarily seeped from Huaiyue's forehead, yet her face still wore the smile she habitually wore when facing customers, a smile that carried obvious flattery and ambiguity:
“Every guest has their own different preferences, but important guests don’t have to be.”
"If I offend your noble eyes, I will leave."
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