Master Le Laughs, Judging a Lustful Guest, Xiao Si's Suspicious Words Lead to Regret

"Sister…" The young girl's tears finally rolled down, her voice choked with sobs.

Yan Lingwei's heart ached terribly. She held the girl tightly in her arms, unwilling to let go for a long time.

Chen Duan watched the two women, seemingly unable to part, and frowned slightly, a flicker of impatience crossing his face.

"Is she your family?"

Yan Lingwei quickly let go of the young girl and bowed fearfully.

"Replying to Master, she is not family, merely a very close sister. This servant lost her composure, please punish me, Master."

"Since your feelings are so deep, you can go together!"

"Huh?"

Yan Lingwei and the young girl froze on the spot.

A moment later.

Yan Lingwei and the young girl followed Chen Duan closely as they walked out of Floating Fragrance Tower.

Chen Duan held two deeds of sale in his hands.

Le Buxiu was not only not annoyed by Chen Duan's proactive request for the women, but he was pleased, even patting Chen Duan's shoulder and teasing him for "knowing how to enjoy himself."

In his eyes, using two insignificant women to improve his relationship with Chen Duan was a bargain.

Chen Duan looked at the timid young girl and casually asked, "What's your name?"

The young girl nervously clutched the hem of her clothes. "Replying to Master, this servant's name is Miao Cuilan."

Miao Cuilan…

A strange glint flashed in Chen Duan's eyes, as if several distant memories had been stirred at once.

Yan Lingwei, standing beside her, looked at Miao Cuilan's young and delicate appearance and felt a pang of regret.

Even if she stayed at Floating Fragrance Tower, Miao Cuilan would eventually face the same fate as the other women, but at least she would have a few more years of relative peace.

Now, being taken away with her by this fierce and crude Martial Artist, her future was uncertain…

She sighed softly in her heart. It was too late for regrets; all she could do was pray that this Master Chen would be a gentle owner who understood human emotions…

But looking at Chen Duan's back, as imposing as a mountain, Yan Lingwei felt fear again.

Miao Cuilan's mind was also in a turmoil; she was completely bewildered.

She had only come to see Sister Lingwei off, but in the blink of an eye, she was inexplicably following this Master too?

Le Buxiu had already arranged for a carriage to escort them, but Chen Duan found it too slow. Spreading his arms, he slung Yan Lingwei and Miao Cuilan over his shoulders, one on each side!

"Ah!"

Two short cries sounded simultaneously.

The two women felt a wave of dizziness. Before they could react, the wind whistled in their ears, and the scenery blurred as it rushed past.

Chen Duan actually used his movement technique, carrying the two women, galloping and leaping through the streets and alleys of Yingcheng, quickly disappearing into the night.

Many guests and girls from Floating Fragrance Tower witnessed this scene, and immediately began to discuss it.

"Whoa! That Master is so huge, those two are in for it tonight!"

"Hmph, serves them right. Yan Lingwei always acts so high and mighty, who is she trying to impress! And that Miao Cuilan, she actually argued with me for that slut last time! Serves her right!"

"Tsk tsk, that guy is really impatient! But he sure knows how to have fun!"

"Hmph! What a vulgar fellow. Pity my Miss Lingwei, why couldn't he have waited a few more days for me! Damn it!"

The top floor of Floating Fragrance Tower.

Le Buxiu leaned on the railing and gazed into the distance, watching Chen Duan carry the two women away, and burst into laughter.

"Hahaha, I thought he was a saint who didn't care for women, but it turns out he likes this kind of thing.

He put on such a good act before, and now his true colors are finally revealed!"

He had thought Chen Duan was somewhat different before, but now it seemed he couldn't escape lust, greed, and worldly desires, no different from himself.

This was good; being a common man was nothing.

"Senior Le."

Xiao Si, standing beside him, looked at the disappearing figure, his brow furrowed slightly, his eyes filled with thought.

"Something seems off. Chen Duan doesn't seem like such an impulsive and lustful person."

"Hmm?" Le Buxiu's laughter faltered, and he turned to look at him.

Xiao Si pondered, "Perhaps there's something special about those two women that piqued his interest."

"They're just two women, what's so special about them?"

Le Buxiu waved his hand dismissively, his tone tinged with dissatisfaction.

"Xiao Si, can you stop thinking about the worst in everything!"

He felt a little displeased. He hadn't said anything when he was giving them away, and now that they'd been carried off, what was the point of bringing it up!

Even if those two women truly hid some treasure, could he, Le Buxiu, really have the nerve to go and demand it back?

That would be too demeaning, wouldn't it? He'd become the laughingstock of all of Yingcheng!

However, after his laughter faded, Xiao Si's words were like a fine thorn, piercing his heart and making him feel a little uneasy.

Recalling Chen Duan's "impatient" demeanor, he also sensed something was off. Could there really be some treasure...

Back in the courtyard, Chen Duan roughly tossed the two women down as if he were unloading cargo.

Yan Lingwei and Miao Cuilan were still shaken, their feet unsteady as they landed, nearly falling to the ground.

The night wind blew their beautiful hair into disarray, with strands of dark silk clinging to their pale faces, adding to their disheveled and fragile appearance.

Chen Duan didn't even glance at them. He casually took Yan Lingwei's pipa and walked straight to a stone bench in the courtyard to sit down, lowering his head to fiddle with it and study it, completely ignoring the two sisters whose beauty was undeniable.

Yan Lingwei and Miao Cuilan finally managed to calm their nerves and catch their breath, only to witness an extremely incongruous scene.

A burly, imposing man, eight feet tall, was holding a delicate pipa, his thick fingers clumsily plucking the strings, producing disjointed, unmelodious sounds.

The bizarre sight made their hearts pound with anxiety.

Chen Duan remained silent, completely immersed in his exploration of the pipa, as if he were the only one in the courtyard.

Yan Lingwei and Miao Cuilan dared not disturb him and could only stand frozen in place.

Time trickled by, and Miao Cuilan, being younger, couldn't bear the solitude.

She secretly watched Chen Duan, noticing he seemed completely engrossed in the pipa. Mustering her courage, she looked around.

Suddenly, she caught sight of a blurry shadow on the window paper of a side room on the west side. The figure seemed to be holding a book, reading under the lamplight.

"Sister, there seems to be someone else in that room."

She whispered to Yan Lingwei.

"Hush!"

Yan Lingwei's expression changed, and she stopped her with a look, her voice extremely low, "Don't meddle. The situation is unclear, don't act rashly."

Her heart was filled with apprehension. This courtyard felt strange everywhere, and its master's behavior was unpredictable. Any unnecessary action at this moment could bring disaster.

Ding~ Zzheng~

Chen Duan continued to pluck the strings, the chaotic notes echoing alone in the courtyard.

The two sisters stood there, filled with trepidation, their initial fear gradually turning into exhaustion.

Their legs began to feel numb, their eyelids grew heavy, but they dared not speak, only enduring it with great difficulty.

After an unknown amount of time, Chen Duan seemed to have temporarily lost interest. He shoved the pipa into Yan Lingwei's arms and commanded:

"Play."

Then, with a casual flick of his foot, he kicked a nearby stool under Yan Lingwei.

Yan Lingwei was stunned for a moment. It wasn't until Chen Duan's impatient gaze swept over her that she hastily sat down, cradled the pipa in her arms, and began to play.

Miao Cuilan, watching her sister finally able to sit, showed envy in her eyes. She wanted to sit too.

But looking at Chen Duan's face, she found him so fierce. She swallowed the request that had reached her lips and could only continue to grit her teeth and endure.

The sound of the pipa filled the courtyard, but as Chen Duan listened, his brow furrowed.