Several pretty maids filed in, carrying trays in their hands. They filled the round table with dish after dish, each one a feast for the eyes, nose, and palate.
Lion's Head Meatballs, Crystal Pork Knuckle, Eight-Treasure Duck, Steamed Perch...
Every dish was hearty and glistening with oil. Just looking at them made his mouth water.
At last, Mama Feng came in herself, carrying a pot of warm huadiao wine. She set it in the middle of the table.
"Enjoy your meal, Young Master, Miss."
Mama Feng tactfully led the maids out and closed the door behind her.
By now, Fang Mo was so hungry his eyes had turned green.
He didn't stand on ceremony with Nian Nu'er. Grabbing his chopsticks, he swept through the food like a whirlwind.
A Martial Artist at the peak of the Qi and Blood Realm had a truly terrifying digestive system.
He popped fist-sized chunks of braised pork into his mouth one after another. He barely chewed before swallowing them whole. In an instant, his powerful stomach acid broke them down, turning them into a surging stream of vital essence that replenished every part of his body.
"Delicious! This is so good!"
Fang Mo praised the food between mouthfuls, his words muffled.
Nian Nu'er sat beside him without touching her chopsticks. She simply rested her cheek in one hand and watched him wolf down the food.
Every so often, she picked up the wine pot and poured him a cup, her gaze as tender as if she were looking at her lover.
"Take your time, Young Master. No one's going to steal it from you."
"Here, have a sip of wine to wash it down."
Fang Mo didn't refuse. He picked up the cup and drained it in one go.
The wine slid down his throat, warm and spicy, then shot straight to his Dantian like a line of fire. It mingled with the vital essence from the food, making him so comfortable he nearly groaned aloud.
After three rounds of wine and five courses of food,
Most of the plates on the table were empty.
Fang Mo burped, rubbed his slightly rounded belly, and smiled with satisfaction.
Now this was the life.
Just yesterday, he'd been fretting over a few taels of silver and worrying that his father's enemies would kill him.
Today, he was sitting with the most sought-after beauty, eating delicacies from land and sea.
Sure enough, the Golden Finger was the greatest productive force.
"Full?"
Nian Nu'er set down the wine pot and leaned forward slightly. Her bewitching eyes fixed on Fang Mo, and her voice grew low and husky.
"Now that you've eaten your fill..."
"Shouldn't you get down to some proper business, Young Master?"
As she spoke, she stretched out one foot and gently brushed it against Fang Mo's calf beneath the table.
The spot, the pressure—her teasing was exactly right.
Fang Mo felt a current of electricity shoot up his leg and straight to his head.
Looking at the enchanting beauty before him, born with allure in her every bone, he felt his blood stir once more.
He'd just eaten his fill. This was when he had the most energy.
As the saying went, a full belly and warm clothes made a man think of...
Fang Mo was only human. Faced with an invitation like this, how could he possibly hold back?
"Heh heh..."
Fang Mo rubbed his hands together, wearing the kind of smile every man knew.
He stood up, circled the table, and swept Nian Nu'er into his arms.
"That's exactly what I had in mind!"
"Miss Nu'er, the night is long—no, the day is short."
"Let's go explore the origin of life!"
Nian Nu'er slipped her arms around his neck and buried her face against his chest, answering shyly.
"I'll leave it all to you, Young Master."
Carrying the beauty, Fang Mo strode toward the carved bed draped in pink gauze.
At that moment, he felt like the hottest guy in the Divine Capital, the happiest man in all of Great Gan.
However.
Just as he had set Nian Nu'er down on the bed and was about to lean over her, ready for a thoroughly satisfying night of passion,
"BOOM!!!"
A thunderous crash exploded out of nowhere, like a bolt of thunder on a clear day!
Fang Mo froze in mid-motion.
His face darkened in an instant.
Again?
The exact same thing had happened the night before last!
And now they were at it again?
When he saw who had come in, the corners of Fang Mo's mouth twitched violently.
He knew those two.
He'd recognize them even if they were ground to ashes.
The lean, leering one on the left, who looked like a monkey that hadn't quite finished evolving, was the Captain from the Demon Suppression Division who had hauled him away last night—Monkey.
The hulking fellow on the right, who looked honest and guileless but was always working as a hired thug, was that iron-headed simpleton named Han Niu.
Fang Mo drew a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the urge to kill.
He looked at the two uninvited guests, his voice as cold as if it had been fished out of an ice cellar.
"Seriously..."
"You two have something wrong with you, don't you?"
Fang Mo pointed at the door and wall, now reduced to a pile of Ruins. His tone brimmed with utter disbelief.
"It's just a door."
"It's made of wood."
"Would knocking really kill you? Or are your hands made of wood too, so they'd break if you knocked?"
"Do you know how expensive this door is? Do you know how much trouble it is to repair this wall? Do you have any idea that I'm a VIP here... Forget it."
Fang Mo pursed his lips, at a loss for words.
He'd been about to say he was a VIP here, but it was obvious these two had no idea what a membership system was.
At the doorway,
Monkey clearly hadn't expected Fang Mo's first reaction to be worrying about the door.
He gave a cheeky laugh, his leering face breaking into a smug, punchable grin.
Stepping over the splintered wood scattered across the floor, he sauntered in as if he were strolling through his own backyard, idly twirling a gleaming dagger in his hand.
"Well, well, Young Master Fang. What a fine time you're having."
"Not tired of all that in broad daylight?"
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