Zhang Rongfang suddenly understood what that strange look in Xia Rongrong's eyes had meant when he had first met her.
It was the exact same look people had when picking out meat at Caishikou market.
So she had been treating him like a dish on a platter? "Thank you for your kind intentions, Senior Sister, but I don't like socializing. Let's forget it," Zhang Rongfang declined politely.
He had not fallen so low that he needed to sell his flesh for money.
"You're being narrow-minded, Junior Brother." Xia Rongrong sighed. "Do you think this is matchmaking? You misunderstand. We're going to relieve the loneliness and melancholy of all those young ladies secluded in their chambers."
Zhang Rongfang was rendered speechless. He waved a hand, said no more, then turned and left.
"Hey, don't go." Xia Rongrong hurriedly tried to stop him. This time, she had sent Zhang Rongfang's portrait ahead of time, and Wan Yanlu, the precious eldest daughter of the Wan Yan Family, had long since set her sights on him.
If she failed to bring him over, she would not receive her referral fee for this trip.
In truth, she did not want to do this line of work either.
But she had no choice. Those young ladies were all born into wealth and luxury, fed too well, each one plump and voluptuous, with astonishing weight. Though doing this too often had left even the Disciple Rooms beside hers empty, with no one daring to live near her, everything had its gains and losses. At the very least, she now had more resources and silver than she knew what to do with.
Xia Rongrong followed Zhang Rongfang all the way, persuading him without pause. Yet no matter how sweetly or harshly she spoke, he remained impervious to both