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Chapter 7 Huangfu Qing Has a Date
Chapter Seven: Huangfu Qing's Appointment
Isn't this the home of that wage emperor? How did it end up becoming her place?
Could it be that she was the secretly kept canary of that wage emperor?
Possibly — judging by the depth of her loneliness, she looked exactly like one of those imperial consorts who had never once been graced with the emperor's favor.
"It could be our home." The woman exhaled breath as fragrant as orchids, raising her hand to rest on Ye Fusheng's shoulder. She said alluringly: "Little brother, go upstairs and draw yourself a bath first — I'll be right up. Let's enjoy ourselves properly. Muah."
It was Ye Fusheng's first time being touched by a woman. Hearing the sounds of her kisses, he felt as though his entire body were about to burst. Inwardly he cursed the so-called Working Emperor for being utterly inhuman — for leaving her so pent up that she'd come to this.
At the same time, sprinting frantically up the stairs……
Not that he had any ideas—he simply needed a cold shower, and fast, to tamp down the restlessness.
"Heh heh heh."
The woman laughed with radiant delight, her nightgown flowing loosely around her as she called out, "Going to freshen up — wait for me in bed."
Having said that, his expression suddenly darkened, and he swiftly took out his phone.
Soon.
Four bodyguards in Zhongshan suits stepped through the door and into the living room.
Said respectfully, "Young Miss!"
The woman had already changed into ordinary clothes. She said in a cold voice: "Five minutes ago, a man came into the villa—and right now, he's upstairs taking a shower!"
The four bodyguards' expressions turned to one of sheer horror upon hearing those words!
A man entered the villa? If any harm comes to the young lady, no number of heads would be enough to chop off.
Bang.
All four knelt down simultaneously, speaking in unison: "Your subordinates…"
"Just this once—no harm done, now get up, all of you." The woman cut in: "Go bring him down. Don't hurt him, and while you're at it, tell him to keep his mouth shut."
"Yes, Miss Xie!"
The four of them rose to their feet at the same time and sprinted frantically up the stairs.
Upstairs, in the bathroom.
"Hmm?"
Ye Fusheng heard the rapid footsteps echoing down the corridor, his brow furrowing slightly. He swiftly grabbed a bath towel, wrapped it around himself, and stepped out the door to find four bodyguards dressed in Zhongshan suits.
"Who are you people?" Ye Fusheng asked coldly.
The four bodyguards exchanged glances, murder intent rising in their eyes. Because of him, they had nearly lost their own heads—and the young miss had told him to keep his mouth shut. Only dead men stay silent forever.
The lead bodyguard said, "Kid, come with us!"
I had no wish for the young lady to witness the bloodshed, so I dealt with it outside.
"No time. Say what you have to say here." Ye Fusheng said offhandedly.
"You're courting death!"
The lead bodyguard instantly balled his fist and drove it straight at Ye Fusheng's face. Telling him to leave had already been mercy beyond what was deserved—letting him live a moment longer—and yet he dared to resist? Then put him down right where he stood.
As the bodyguard closed in, he threw out a languid, almost offhand kick—striking after yet arriving first—and with a resounding thud, sent the bodyguard tumbling down the stairs.
The remaining three bodyguards saw what had happened.
"Come at me together!"
Bang. Bang. Bang.
Ye Fusheng threw three more kicks, effortlessly sending all three of them tumbling down the stairs.
"This…"
The woman sitting on the sofa waiting for news shot to her feet, staring at the four men tumbling down the stairs, unable to suppress the shock in her eyes. Others might not know what those four were capable of — but she did. Every one of them had been hand-picked, the finest of the finest.
Ye Fusheng appeared at the staircase wrapped in a bath towel.
Cautiously, he asked, "Who are you? What is your purpose?"
Ye Fusheng watched her finish dressing, a faint sense of loss quietly settling in his heart.
Gu Jing Bubo said, "Don't be afraid. My name is Ye Fusheng — I was a cellmate of the Working Emperor. I just got out and needed a place to stay for a few days. But with you here, I'll leave tomorrow."
It's still pouring outside, so it's inconvenient.
"Cai Chongyang?" The woman was briefly taken aback at the mention of the so-called King of Wage-Earners, then melted back into her earlier coquettish air and said with a plaintive lilt: "So you're a friend of Chongyang's — you should have said so from the start. I thought a thief had broken in. If I'd known, why put the bodyguard through all that suffering? Little brother, you really don't hold back, do you."
"I don't know, have you always been this strong? Heh heh…"
Ye Fusheng was at a complete loss. This woman was an absolute temptress — every word she spoke dripped with seduction. He glanced at the four people sprawled on the ground. Right, they had to be bodyguards, ones left behind by that Emperor of Wage Earners.
Otherwise, knowing her ways, it would have been impossible for her to have kept herself pure.
He walked down the stairs, grabbed the four bodyguards by their legs, and tossed them out the door like dead dogs.
"What are you doing?" the woman asked in surprise.
"Get them to wake up faster!" Ye Fusheng clapped his hands, shut the door, walked past her, and headed upstairs with an air of stern righteousness. "A friend's wife is not to be touched — don't go getting any ideas about me. I'm leaving tomorrow!"
The woman was left speechless, watching Ye Fusheng's retreating figure, and teased, "You little rascal, don't think I don't know what you're up to. You're using this to prove to your big sister just how strong you are, aren't you? You've got your big sister on your mind!"
Ye Fusheng nearly lost his footing and hurried back to the bedroom.
The woman beamed with a radiant smile, thought for a moment, then took out her phone and said with gravity: "An announcement to all of Tianhai City — I, Gu Ziqi, will be hosting a meet-and-greet tomorrow evening at eight o'clock, and simultaneously revealing my partner in Jinhai!"
As her call went out, Jinhai erupted into a frenzy — no one would sleep that night.
……
Ye Fusheng had been sleeping soundly — if not for the phone waking him, he could have slept until ten!
"Huangfu Qing? How did you get my number?" Ye Fusheng felt a flicker of irritation — he had no wish to have anything more to do with her.
"Not important!"
Huangfu Qing's tone was ice-cold, bordering on an outright order: "Tianhai Racecourse. Half an hour."
"Not going!"
Ye Fusheng didn't hesitate at all — partly because her tone grated on him, and partly because there was simply no need to.
"What did you just say!" Huangfu Qing's tone shot up several notches. As the daughter of the wealthiest man and hailed as the number one beauty of Tianhai, she had never once been turned down.
"I'm not going!" Ye Fusheng repeated once more and hung up the phone.
But soon, she called again.
Suppressing his anger, he said: "Even if our fate has run its course, it deserves a proper ending. Consider this putting a period on our engagement—I'll wait for you!"
She hung up first after having her say, biting her lip in anger — if not for her parents' insistence, she wouldn't have bothered with him at all.
Ye Fusheng heard the line go dead, muttered "what's wrong with you," and thought: walking out of West Suburban Manor yesterday had already been the period at the end of the sentence—what the hell was left to wrap up—then got ready to go back to sleep.
Just then.
"Little brother, your sister heard you talking—I'm coming in now." Gu Ziqi's voice came from outside the bedroom door, and then the door swung open.
She was still wearing yesterday's wine-red silk pajamas, a sash cinched at her waist that traced every curve of her figure to perfection, her long legs as white and flawless as fine jade.
She stared at Ye Fusheng with a lecherous squint. "Throw off the covers and welcome your sister properly."
Ye Fusheng's scalp prickled the moment he caught her gaze. He instinctively pulled the blanket tighter around himself and groaned, "Don't look at me like that — I'm not even awake yet."
Gu Ziqi exclaimed in delight: "Perfect, I haven't fully woken up either—let big sister cuddle you back to sleep."
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