Chapter 52
Bei Qiao paused for a moment, then nodded gently to the two of them. "Hello, my last name is Qiao. I run an escort agency. I just got back from outside today."
"Ah? Ah!" Wen Yu nodded, then cautiously stepped forward: "Hello! Excuse me... you are a girl, right?"
"Yes." Bei Qiao nodded again.
"Ah, that's great..." Wen Yu patted his chest and breathed a sigh of relief: It seems that my judgment is correct.
Bei Qiao: What does "hmm" mean?
"No wonder, this makes sense. She is indeed prettier than Young Master Nan..." The purple-clothed woman looked at Bei Qiao, crossed her arms and nodded slowly.
"Stop saying it's reasonable, okay? I'm so embarrassed. Who would have thought that guy named Nan looked so decent, but was actually such a liar? It's so depressing!" Wen Yu covered her face and performed an otherworldly version of a post where she unfollowed someone: "I'm going to burn all that collection of Nan Feng poems I bought! I won't leave a single copy! Oh, by the way, Captain Qiao, are you taking any work at your agency now? I need to send something home, and you can pay in full now."
The carriage of Qiao Biaotou's family is actually pulled by a donkey. Could it be that she lost the dart while transporting it before and lost a horse, so now she can only buy a donkey to replace it? It's too miserable!
"What do you want to deliver, where do you want it delivered to, and how soon do you want it delivered?" Bei Qiao jumped off the carriage: "I'm sorry, the escort agency does not have any other escorts at the moment. I need to confirm the specific situation before I can decide whether to accept the order or hire someone temporarily." Forget about pretending to be rich. There is no need to play the empty city trick in the current situation.
Wen Yu nodded vigorously with a look of pity: "Okay, okay, no problem at all!" Oh my God, even the bodyguards ran away! She is so miserable!
Bei Qiao: "..." Needless to say, this rich girl must have thought of her as a poor little thing in need of salvation. Although she wanted to explain, thinking back to how she hadn't earned a single ounce of silver from recruiting people before... well, let's not explain. The more detailed the explanation, the more it sounded like she was playing the victim.
"What I wanted to give was...what did I want to give?" Wen Yu swore that she usually had a good memory, but sometimes, the timing of a mistake was not up to her.
"It's okay, you can think about it slowly. I don't have any plans to travel far for the time being, and I won't be transporting escorts at night." Bei Qiao pushed himself up with one hand and jumped off the carriage. He pulled the carriage to the side door of the escort agency, turned around, and took Yu Qian down from the front room of the carriage like a child, and put her outside the door. "Qianqian, wait for me. After we park the carriage, I'll give you the storybook."
Yu Qian, who had changed her position passively before she could react, said: "..." What happened just now?
"That's right. We can't transport the escort at night. It's dangerous." Wen Yu nodded and followed the carriage to the side door of the escort agency. She awkwardly walked forward and took Yu Qian's hand: "Um, well, I'm really sorry for what happened before! I was too presumptuous... You, you can curse back, I promise I won't say anything back!"
"No need..." After the pride passed, Yu Qian's mood became depressed again, and she spoke without energy.
"Well, today happens to be the Ghost Festival, so let's go to the food court together, okay? I'll pay for whatever you want to buy, just consider it an apology!" Wen Yu held Yu Qian's hand and didn't dare to let go: "Please, I admit that I was the loudest in mocking before, and many people agreed with me, so can you scold me a few times? Or even give me a few light slaps! Now you are so silent, it scares me!"
"No, I want to go back and rest..." Yu Qian shook her head and turned to leave.
“Don’t…”
"Qianqian, why didn't you wait for me?" In the front yard, Bei Qiao was instructing Huihui to take Honghong to familiarize herself with the yard. One hand was still rubbing Dudu's head. Hearing their conversation, she hurried out of the side door, closed and locked the door with one hand, and handed over the storybook with the other: "I haven't given it to you yet."
"Thank you, I'll give you the money right away." Yu Qian took a step forward and subconsciously forced a smile.
"Don't give me the money in a hurry. But are you interested in writing a storybook? I'll provide the inspiration and you write. The money for buying the storybook will be considered as your compensation." Bei Qiao stuffed the storybook into Yu Qian's hand.
"No, she's already in this condition, and you still ask her to waste her time and energy writing a storybook?" Wen Yu's eyes widened.
Bei Qiao ignored him and continued to speak to the listless Yu Qian, "The story is very simple. It's about a girl who was attacked by the Painted Skin Demon. She sees the man-eating demon transform into the famous Young Master Lan and walk out of the house."
"Master Lan, Nan..." Yu Qian murmured to herself, her eyes slowly lighting up.
"What are you talking about?" Wen Yu looked at Yu Qian, then at Bei Qiao: Why did she become so energetic?
The purple-dressed woman watched with great interest: "Lan, Nan, are you going to cause trouble? Interesting! Really interesting!"
"The story begins with the girl being attacked and desperately fighting back. After escaping and telling the truth, she is ridiculed as wishful thinking." Seeing Yu Qian's expression begin to deteriorate, Bei Qiao quickly skipped the beginning and continued: "When the others didn't believe her, the girl angrily dragged the person who laughed the loudest to the door, pointed at it and said..."
"You say I'm timid, but I was alone in the room and was almost eaten by a monster as a meal. How could I not be scared? You know, the doors and windows of my room are all closed tightly and no one has ever opened them." Bei Qiao demonstrated the aggrieved and angry expression of the protagonist in the story, and then blinked at Yu Qian.
Yu Qian looked confused: I guessed wrong, this is different from my situation!
Wen Yu was also confused: "What are you doing?"
Bei Qiao shrugged and continued, "After the girl finished speaking, the others continued to laugh at her, calling her a liar and a coward. The girl then told them that the monster said before it left that it liked Young Master Nan and didn't want anyone to compete with it, so it would eat every girl who liked it one by one, and she was just the first victim, but they still didn't believe it."
Yu Qian smacked her lips and memorized it in her mind while listening: Eat every girl who likes him... Humph, judging from the result, it is similar to that Young Master Nan!
"But whether they believe it or not, the man-eating Painted Skin Demon will act." Bei Qiao revealed a sinister expression only seen when telling a ghost story: "On every night when the flowers are in full bloom and the moon is full, the Painted Skin Demon will disguise himself as Mr. Lan and knock on the window of a young girl's boudoir. After gaining her trust, the Painted Skin Demon will crawl in through the window and kill the girl. Finally, he will scratch the dead girl's cheek with a cold smile, mocking her foolishness."
Yu Qian looked at the darkening sky, and silently went over to hug Bei Qiao's arm: Although many plots don't match what I encountered, I like the development of this story very much. It's just that it's a bit creepy to listen to it at night.
Wen Yu vaguely understood the moral of the story. The woman in purple suppressed her laughter and said: If this story gets out, Master Nan will never be able to date a beautiful woman at night.
Bei Qiao cleared his throat and continued, "The Painted Skin Demon ate too many human hearts, growing ever stronger. He no longer feared sunlight, and even managed to seduce a young woman in love with Master Lan at noon, before everyone. Others watched them leave with envy and hatred, unaware that the young woman had been murdered less than a hundred meters from them. She screamed for help with all her might, but no one nearby heard her."
"Wow!" Wen Yu listened with great interest: This is much more interesting than the story of a talented scholar and a beautiful woman.
"Pfft..." The purple-clothed woman couldn't help laughing: Well, with this follow-up, Master Nan won't be able to ask anyone out during the day.
"Later, someone finally discovered what the Painted Skin Demon had done, but no one could tell the difference between the Painted Skin Demon's transformed Young Master Lan and the real Young Master Lan. To save their lives, well, you know..." Bei Qiao raised his hand and patted Yu Qian's arm as she hugged him. "From now on, you can write freely. No matter how unlucky Young Master Lan is, as long as you have fun, write whatever you want."
Yu Qian had completely shaken off her low mood and was even a little excited: "Okay, I'll write it right away! It will be done soon!"
"Ah? That's it, no further." Wen Yu felt a little unsatisfied: Don't tell a story so anticlimactically!
"Write slowly, don't rush." Bei Qiao touched Yu Qian's head: "When you're in a bad mood, just write. When you feel better, you can put it aside. You can do whatever you want to the villains in your novel, but don't keep your worries in your heart, or you'll get sick."
"Okay." Yu Qian nodded embarrassedly.
"After you finish writing the storybook, remember to keep a copy. Don't keep the plot after the Painted Skin Demon's identity is revealed and the subsequent plot. Just keep the first part." Bei Qiao leaned close to Yu Qian's ear and lowered his voice: "If anyone bothers you again because of Master Nan's matter, you can accidentally drop the book where it is and let someone else pick it up when they are not paying attention."
Bei Qiao: If the book was found, and everyone started to be afraid of Master Nan and didn't dare to be alone with him... then what would Yu Qian have to do with it? She was just an innocent little girl who accidentally lost her book and was picked on.
"Throwing books is too inefficient, just leave it to me!" With the hint from the purple-clothed woman Ding Rui, Wen Yu finally figured out what the two wanted to do and rubbed his hands excitedly: It's so exciting to do bad things!
"I leave it to you"
"I know all those people. As long as I write the book, I can let them read the contents of the book within three days!" When it comes to popularity, Wen Yu is very confident. There are few outsiders who come to Yuanshan Village today who she doesn't know.
"But this..."
"Don't refuse! This is an apology! Do you have the heart to let me continue to feel guilty and unable to eat or sleep?"
"Well, then, I'll..."
"We'll leave the story to you." Bei Qiao calmly interrupted Yu Qian.
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