It's absolutely true that you'd rather believe in ghosts than a man's lying mouth.
He'd never even met her, yet she started spouting nonsense. Jing Zhe was speechless.
As a result, it was the simpleton, not him, who was stopped and harassed by several women.
Seeing the simpleton surrounded by several women, shaking his head nervously and saying, "I'm not, I didn't, don't talk nonsense," Jing Zhe couldn't stop laughing.
After a long while, Hanhan finally escaped the encirclement, panting heavily.
"Young Master, these people are really talking nonsense!"
Jing Zhe nodded, smiling without saying a word.
There were too many people in Chunshui Tower last night, and the lighting was dim. He didn't show his face for long, and everyone only vaguely thought he was good-looking, but very few people could actually see his true face.
Moreover, his lyrics are so stunning that many people overlook his appearance, which is the key point.
However, this also has its advantages; at least his life will be much easier in the future.
We arrived at the outside of Chunshui Tower.
The Chunshui Tower is unusually quiet during the day compared to at night. The main gate is ajar, and passersby don't even glance inside, a far cry from the bustling scene at night.
Jing Zhe pushed open the door and went in. In the hall, several waiters were wiping tables, chairs, and stairs, and cleaning up the debris on the floor.
When someone came in, the waiters looked up, sized up Jing Zhe, and were slightly surprised.
Chunshui Pavilion only opens at night. During the day, the girls rest upstairs. This is an established rule. The young master in front of me seems quite clever. How could he not understand this?
These guys don't show up at night; they all hide in corners, so it's normal that they haven't seen Jing Zhe.
"Young master, the ladies are all resting. Please come again tonight!"
As I put down the rag, a waiter came over.
"I don't date girls."
Jing Zhe smiled and said, "I'm looking for your wife."
Looking for the lady?
The waiter scrutinized Jing Zhe for a while longer, then was taken aback.
Isn't that perverted?
Is it that strong?
Although he had met all sorts of people at Chunshui Tower, he had never met a man as strong and resolute as Jing Zhe.
But he still said, "Madam is resting now."
"Go and wake the lady up, and tell her that someone is looking for her."
The waiter shook his head. "I'm not going. If I go to call the madam now, I'll get scolded!"
"Madam also wants to see me. Just say that a young master is looking for her, and Madam certainly won't scold you!"
The waiter was initially hesitant, but when he heard Jing Zhe's warm smile when he said, "Madam also wants to see me," he felt a bit disgusted...
It seems this handsome young man and the lady are really having an affair!
If that's the case, it will ruin their good time. If the young man whispers something in his wife's ear later, won't I be in trouble?
"Please wait a moment, young master!"
After finishing speaking, the waiter put away the rag and jogged upstairs.
...
"You unruly lackey, who gave you permission to come up here?"
"How many times have I told you, don't call me at times like this!"
"What young master? Which young master in the city would come at this time?"
A moment later, a roar came from upstairs.
The waiter, with a stooped back, cautiously stepped back, followed closely by the madam, whose clothes were somewhat disheveled, her hurried steps revealing her current mood.
"Madam, it's that young master!"
The waiter pointed downstairs, his gaze fixed on Jing Zhe, wishing he could come down and fight him for three hundred rounds.
You promised you wouldn't scold me!
You're a scammer!
"I'd like to see who it is—"
The madam followed the waiter's gaze downwards, and when she saw Jing Zhe, her mouth dropped open in astonishment: "Young Master A-Kun?"
Young Master Akun?
The waiter was also somewhat surprised. Although he hadn't witnessed Jing Zhe's pretentious behavior yesterday, he had heard of the name of Young Master A-Kun, who had inscribed a poem for Chunshui Tower.
He couldn't help but glance at Jing Zhe a couple more times.
"I came in a hurry and didn't want to bother you, Madam. Perhaps I could come another day?"
Jing Zhe bowed to the upstairs and said with a smile.
"You may leave!"
She said something to her waiter, and then jogged down the stairs.
"Not at all! Young Master Kun's presence is an honor to Chunshui Pavilion! How could we possibly be bothering you!"
Upon arriving in front of Jing Zhe, the madam became much more sober.
Last night the light was dim, and I could only vaguely see that Jing Zhe was good-looking. Today, with the sunlight shining in, I can see him more clearly.
Ah, if only I were twenty years younger…
The madam's eyes were somewhat lewd, and Jing Zhe shivered, quickly taking a step back to keep his distance.
The madam snapped out of her reverie and chuckled awkwardly, "Young Master Kun, are you perhaps here to see a young lady?"
Jing Zhe quickly shook his head.
"So they've come looking for Wan'er!"
The men who come to Chunshui Tower are all the same, but this young master Akun is too strange. He wouldn't come upstairs last night, but he secretly came today.
That's like taking off your pants to fart—completely unnecessary.
"Madam, you misunderstand. I've come here today to do some business with you."
"Doing business?"
The madam was taken aback. "Isn't that the same principle?"
Isn't this the kind of business that Chunshuilou does every day?
"Forehead…"
Jing Zhe wiped the sweat from his brow, then looked at the madam and asked with a smile, "Madam, do you find it hot?"
It seems that wiping sweat can be contagious. When Jing Zhe asked her this, the madam also took out a handkerchief to wipe her sweat before saying, "The hottest days of summer are not even halfway over yet, but I'm used to it. It's just a pity for these girls in the brothel. They finally get a chance to rest during the day, but they are unbearably hot."
Upon hearing this, Jing Zhe beamed with joy.
"If there were ice on this day, would you like it, Madam?"
"Giggle."
The lady covered her mouth and chuckled twice. "Young master, what a question you ask. I'm not stupid. Cool ice in the height of summer is something only royalty has. Let alone me, who in the world wouldn't want it?"
"Hehe, you're right, Madam."
He quickly gave Hanhan a wink, signaling him to bring the porcelain jar over and place it on the table.
"Madam, look what this is?"
The madam watched as Jing Zhe unfolded the blankets layer by layer. As soon as the porcelain jar was revealed, a wisp of cool air rose from the outside.
When he lifted the lid off the porcelain jar, the cool air condensed directly into a white mist, and the madam, who was not far away, could already feel the chill.
"This is…"
The madam, filled with suspicion, leaned closer to the porcelain jar and peered inside. Her mouth dropped open in astonishment, and she pointed at the jar in disbelief, her voice trembling.
"This...this is...ice?"
Jing Zhe nodded with a smile.
Upon hearing this, the madam trembled with fear and almost knelt on the ground.
"I was blind to your greatness, I never imagined that you, young master... no, sir, were from the royal family..."
"..."
Jing Zhe was stunned. I didn't even try to show off, how did you do it for me?
"Madam, please don't be ridiculous. How do I resemble a member of the royal family?"
"Your Highness, please don't tease this old woman. If it weren't for the royal family, how could they possibly produce this jar of ice in the sweltering summer heat?"
After saying that, he suddenly realized and said, "No wonder you can compose such wonderful lyrics!"
"..."
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