Is There Still Justice? Is There Still Law?

"Miss Ru Meng, do you need us to go in with you?"

After A-Long escorted Jiang Wangzu and Ru Meng to the door of Ru Meng's room, he spoke up.

"No. You and A-Hu just stand guard at the door."

"Come on, little man. Let me see what you can do with song and dance."

Ru Meng swayed her figure as she opened the door to her room.

Jiang Wangzu followed closely behind Ru Meng into her room.

The entire floor was covered in a Persian-style carpet with large floral patterns, thick and solid underfoot.

The walls were pasted with dark-patterned silk cloth.

A crystal chandelier hung from the ceiling.

Ru Meng's room could not really be called especially luxurious. There were only two sections, inner and outer.

The inner room was the bedroom, while the outer room was a sitting room for receiving guests.

The sitting room had a desk, with a chair placed beneath it, and two cabinets set against the wall.

There was also a sofa and a tea table, all of them top-quality redwood furniture.

Looking at all this, Jiang Wangzu's expression turned slightly dazed.

Jiang Wangzu's family lived in Pig Cage Walled Village in the Lower District. Those who lived there were all the lowest rung of common people in Shen City.

There were also refugees who had fled in from elsewhere.

Because his family were Shen City natives through and through, they had once had two proper rooms to live in, but even then, the whole family, old and young, had been crammed into those two small rooms.

As for even more outsiders, because they could neither afford to buy a house nor rent one, they had built shacks haphazardly all over Pig Cage Walled Village.

By now, Pig Cage Walled Village probably had tens of thousands of residents living in shanties, and the whole environment was filthy, chaotic, and awful beyond words.

The inside of Pig Cage Walled Village was even more like a maze.

But now, his family's house was completely gone, taken by his opium-smoking, gambling-addict old man and mortgaged away.

His mother had been so enraged she died on the spot. His elder sister had been sold to the Su Family, a great merchant household in Shen City, to be a maidservant, while his younger sister had been sold to the countryside as a child bride.

As for whether that damned old man was dead or alive now, Jiang Wangzu was not too clear either.

In any case, ever since he transmigrated here, he had never seen that damned old man.

The misfortune of his original family had also driven the former owner of this body into a dead end, forcing him to join a gang.

Thinking back to the living environment in the original owner's memories, then thinking of those bottom-level people in the Lower District struggling desperately just to survive...

And then looking at the singing and dancing peace of Immortal Music Gate in the Upper District, the decadent music, the red lamps and green wine.

It truly was like the difference between immortals and mortals!

"Bring me paper and a pen!"

After Jiang Wangzu's brief lapse of focus, he steadied his mind, then said to Ru Meng.

Ru Meng took a sheet of letter paper from the desk drawer, then asked another question:

"Do you want to use a brush or a fountain pen?"

"A fountain pen!"

Jiang Wangzu spoke up.

The former owner could not recognize a basketful of big characters, and had only studied basic primers for a few days under a down-and-out child scholar from the previous dynasty. But Jiang Wangzu was a genuine graduate of a prestigious university.

Besides, the writing systems of the two worlds were the same, so learning it placed no burden on him at all.

Jiang Wangzu had beautiful hard-pen calligraphy. After pondering for a moment, he directly wrote out a song.

"Miss Ru Meng, please take a look!"

Jiang Wangzu spoke up.

"You finished it this quickly?"

Seeing this, Ru Meng was somewhat surprised as well. She walked up to Jiang Wangzu and took the sheet of letter paper from his hand. Looking at the free and elegant handwriting, her eyes could not help lighting up:

"I didn't expect that not only could you read and write, you also had such fine handwriting."

"It's just that this song only has lyrics and no melody. I can't judge whether it's good or bad."

"That's fine. I can sing it for you!"

Jiang Wangzu cleared his throat, then opened his voice and sang:

"Tian Mi Mi, your smile is sweet as honey, like flowers blooming in the spring breeze..."

Jiang Wangzu's vocal condition was actually just average, and this song was not suited for a grown man like him to sing.

But the melody and tune of this song were still solid.

And Ru Meng, moreover, was someone with extremely high attainment in music.

So she very quickly understood the score, singing technique, and melody of the song.

"That was truly awful!"

"Let me sing it for you instead!"

Ru Meng curled her lip in utter disdain, picked up the letter paper, and the moment she opened her mouth, Jiang Wangzu was utterly entranced.

There was actually such a beautiful voice in this world?

Even compared to the original singer of this song, she was probably neck and neck.

"How was it?"

When the song ended, Ru Meng looked at Jiang Wangzu, her smile blooming like a flower, enough to leave one intoxicated.

"Wonderful, wonderful, wonderful!"

"This music should exist only in the heavens; how many times could one hear it in the mortal world?"

"I wonder if Miss Ru Meng is satisfied with this song of mine?"

Jiang Wangzu spoke with great emotion.

"You... you little man, you really do have some literary talent."

Hearing this, Ru Meng's face flushed slightly, her alluring eyes like hooks. Clearly, she had been conquered by Jiang Wangzu's talent.

Seeing this, Jiang Wangzu knew the timing was right. He reached out, pressed his hand against Ru Meng's lower back, and pulled her hard into his arms.

Then he brushed his lips against Ru Meng's earlobe and whispered softly beside her ear:

"I'm not a little man. I'm very big."

"Big where?"

"What do you think?"

"I think you're bold."

"You know nothing about me, yet you dare treat me like this. Aren't you afraid of bringing trouble on yourself afterward?"

Ru Meng leaned in Jiang Wangzu's arms, pressed against his chest, listening to the strong beating of his heart. A wave of masculine heat rushed toward her, leaving her even more dazed and infatuated.

She didn't know what had gotten into her either.

How could she be so irrational?

To think she had fallen for a handsome young man of unknown origin at first sight.

But he was good-looking and brimming with talent.

He really made it impossible not to love him!

"Since you already said I'm bold, do you think I'd be afraid of those troubles you mentioned?"

"And would Sister Ru Meng really have the heart to let those troubles come looking for me?"

Jiang Wangzu directly picked Ru Meng up in his arms. Their eyes met, his gaze fixed on her, and the ambiguous air grew ever thicker.

"Good little brother, love me!"

Ru Meng felt as if she had completely fallen in, her eyes seductive as silk, her face flushed as she spoke.

"All right!"

Jiang Wangzu's eyes lit up when he heard this, and he carried Ru Meng straight into the bedroom.

Very soon, waves of decadent sounds rang out from Ru Meng's room.

This made the brothers A-Long and A-Hu, who were standing guard at the door of Ru Meng's room, unable to help looking at each other.

Miss Ru Meng had really let that brat succeed?

She was the Golden Voice Queen of the Immortal Music Gate!

How many high officials and nobles had flocked to her like ducks, loving her yet unable to obtain her?

There had even been wealthy merchants who scattered a hundred thousand silver dollars for her and still failed!

And that pretty boy had gotten her just like that?

Was there any heavenly justice left?

Was there any law left?

Question the pretty boy, understand the pretty boy, become the pretty boy, surpass the pretty boy!

The hateful thing was that they themselves were not pretty boys!

This was the true portrayal of what the two brothers, A-Long and A-Hu, were feeling at this very moment.

Early the next morning.

Jiang Wangzu's face and neck were covered in faint lipstick marks. Holding a thousand-tael silver note and wearing his torn gray long mandarin jacket, he walked out of Ru Meng's room refreshed and invigorated.

A-Long and A-Hu, standing at the doorway with dark circles under their eyes, glanced at him listlessly, wishing they could strangle him.

But this bastard really could go at it.

Each time lasted at least half an hour.

They went at it three times in total.

Only around dawn did things finally quiet down.

And now, the sky had only just brightened, yet this bastard came out looking refreshed and full of energy.

Sure enough, anyone who could live as a pretty boy had a few tricks up his sleeve!

Good kidneys—powerful kidneys!