A Spring Night Is Worth a Thousand Gold-What Tang San Doesn't Long for Love?

Tang San's face turned deathly pale. "No! This is illegal detention!"

The madam sneered, "So burning down my place makes it legal? Stop yelling and save your energy serving people."

"I'm not a girl! I'm a man!" Tang San's eyes were bloodshot.

The madam scoffed, "With a figure and face like yours, who would believe you're a man?"

"Sister Zhou said you're a promising talent, don't be ungrateful!"

She gestured towards the burly man with her lip, "Shut it up, it's giving me a headache!"

Without saying a word, the burly man tore off a burlap sock from the ankle and stuffed it into Tang San's mouth.

"Ugh!!!" Tang San's eyes widened in surprise.

The stench of sour fermentation hits you right in the head!

He tried desperately to push his tongue out, but the socks were stuffed too tightly and he couldn't budge it, only managing muffled whimpers.

The madam had a maid help Tang San with his hair and makeup, then escort him to his room.

"Young Master Chu, the person has been delivered to you!"

"This is a newcomer; she hasn't learned the rules yet, so please bear with her."

Tang San was pushed into the room and almost fell over.

Looking up, Young Master Chu was indeed handsome and somewhat dashing.

Young Master Chu smiled knowingly, "Sister Zhou, you've really put in the effort this time."

The madam smiled obsequiously, "That's right, if you want a virgin, she'll get one for you!"

"Please enjoy your meal; I won't disturb you!"

Young Master Chu waved his hand, and the madam tactfully withdrew.

With a soft click, the door locked, and Tang San felt a chill run down his spine.

He struggled to push it open with his tongue until he finally managed to spit out the smelly sock.

"You, you mustn't do this! I'm a man!"

"Ha," Young Master Chu poured some warm water, "I couldn't tell."

"Besides, it's not impossible for men to be in the same boat."

Tang San was in despair.

Young Master Chu grabbed Tang San's shoulders and flipped him onto the bed.

"Get out!!!" Tang San panicked. "I... I also know the young patriarch of the Strength Clan, Tailong!"

"The Tai Tan patriarch and I are also on very good terms! If you dare to touch me, they will never let you off!"

A flicker of surprise crossed Young Master Chu's eyes. "The Strength Clan? Senior Tai Tan?"

Tang San caught a fleeting moment of hesitation, and a faint hope rose in his heart!

"That's right! Titan Talon and his grandson are my friends of many years!"

"If you know what's good for you, release me now, and I might let this whole thing never happen; otherwise—"

Smack!

A resounding slap!

Tang San was stunned by the attack.

"You think you can fool me?" Young Master Chu sneered. "Brother Tailong, do you think you can pull this on me?"

"If you were his woman, knowing his personality, he'd be bragging about it everywhere by now!"

"If you weren't his woman, even if we knew each other, we'd only be casual acquaintances. So what if I played around with you?"

Tang San struggled and raised his hand to push, but due to the disorder of his Soul Power, his whole body was weak.

Young Master Chu's smile turned sinister as he stuffed a handkerchief into his mouth, saying, "The more you struggle, the better. I love a fiery spirit!"

But just then, there was a knock on the door.

"Old Chu! Is Old Chu there?"

Tang San knew that voice all too well!

Tailong!!!

Tang San was overjoyed!

He opened his mouth as if to shout!

But Young Master Chu was faster than him.

He casually ripped off the white silk sock and stuffed it back into Tang San's mouth.

Tang San stared wide-eyed, letting out a desperate sob.

It twisted its body desperately, trying to make a bigger noise.

Come on in!

Your brother is inside!

Young Master Chu raised an eyebrow. "Brother Tailong? What brings you here?"

He got up to open the door, but Young Master Chu Tailong him at the entrance.

Tailong raised his glass high, "Let's go! Let's drink!"

Young Master Chu shook his head. "Let's leave it for today. Are there any new toys inside?"

"Oh?" Tailong's curiosity got the better of him, and he was about to peek out. "What toy is so precious? Let me take a look!"

"A gentleman does not take what others cherish," Young Master Chu covered his eyes, closed the door, and said, "You can choose one you like another day, and I'll give it to you."

The moment the door closed, Tang San heard Tailong's footsteps receding into the distance.

He lay limp on the bed, staring blankly at the ceiling.

The hope that had just been ignited was extinguished by cold water.

The soapy smell of white silk socks is more refreshing than the sour smell of sweaty feet.

But the humiliation was doubled!

Young Master Chu locked the door and turned to walk back to the bedside.

He took out a porcelain bottle from his sleeve, uncorked it, and poured out a dark red pill.

He swallowed one pill with warm water, held the other between his fingers, and glanced down at Tang San.

Tang San shook his head desperately, making muffled noises in his throat.

Young Master Chu pried open his jaw and dropped the dark red pill inside.

I pressed my fingertip against his throat, forcing him to swallow.

"Don't worry," Young Master Chu said with a smile, "This medicine will only excite you, it won't harm your health."

"Among all the noble circles in Heaven Dou City, I, this young master, am the most particular!"

Tang San gritted his teeth, tears streaming down his face.

Ye Hua, the madam, Sister Zhou, and Young Master Chu

And then there's Tailong, who stood by and did nothing, and was easily lured away.

You all have a way to die!

Young Master Chu pulled down the gauze curtain. "Be good, relax."

"Ugh! Ugh!!!"

Dark mist drifted slowly in the night sky outside the window.

Ye Hua, observing this scene from the perspective of the black energy, nodded in satisfaction.

He waved his hand, and a dark aura of bad luck enveloped Tang San.

For the next week or so, Tang San will likely not have a comfortable time.

"A moment of spring night is worth a thousand pieces of gold, savor it slowly."

Ye Hua yawned, waved his hand, and the other black mists stepped forward.

Their perspective is that of Yu Xiaogang.

Seeing Yu Xiaogang being brutally beaten, Ye Hua stroked his chin.

This is probably useless; there's no need to worry about it anymore.

Let Qian Renxue up the mess another day; it will be a response to her malicious intentions.

Summer has passed and autumn has arrived at the restaurant on East Street in Heaven Dou City.

One day, about two or three days before the Mid-Autumn Festival.

The shopkeeper was slowly settling accounts, staring at the ledger, when he suddenly said, "Grandmaster Yu hasn't been here for a long time; he still owes nineteen Copper Soul Coin!"

One of the drinkers said, "Why would he come? He broke his leg."

The shopkeeper nodded and said, "Oh!"

"He's always in debt; this time, he was out of his mind to owe Sister Zhou."

"Can her family even afford to owe debts?"

What happened next?

"How about that? First, you wrote a confession, then you were beaten, beaten for most of the night, and then your leg was broken."

"And then what?"

"Later, his leg was broken."

"How about a discount?"

"How is it?... Who knows? Maybe it's dead."

The shopkeeper didn't ask any more questions and continued to slowly calculate his accounts.

After the Mid-Autumn Festival, the autumn wind grows colder day by day, and it's almost early winter.

Even those in the accounting office, who rely on the fire all day, need to wear cotton-padded coats.

There wasn't a single customer for the rest of the day.

The accountant was sitting with his eyes closed when he suddenly heard a sound.

"Warm a bowl of wine."

The voice was very low, yet it sounded familiar, and there was no one there when they looked.

Standing up and looking outside, I saw Grandmaster Yu sitting under the counter on the threshold.

His face was dark and thin, almost unrecognizable. He wore a tattered padded jacket, sat cross-legged with a straw mat underneath him, and had it hanging from his shoulder by a straw rope.

Upon seeing the cashier, he added, "Warm a bowl of wine."

The shopkeeper stuck his head out as well, "Grandmaster Yu? You still owe nineteen Copper Soul Coin!"

Grandmaster Yu replied dejectedly, looking up, "This... I'll pay it back next time."

"This time it's cash, and the wine has to be good."

The shopkeeper, as usual, smiled and said to him, "Grandmaster Yu, you owe someone money again!"

This time, however, he didn't argue much, only saying, "Don't make fun of me!"

"Making fun of you? If you didn't owe me a favor, why would you break my leg?"

Grandmaster Yu whispered, "Break, break, break..."

His eyes seemed to be pleading with the shopkeeper not to bring it up again.

Several people had already gathered, and they all smiled, along with the shopkeeper.

The waiter warmed the wine, took it out, and placed it on the doorstep.

He took a Copper Soul Coin out of his tattered pocket and put it in his younger brother's hand.

His hands were covered in mud; it turned out he had walked here with those hands.

After a short while, he finished his drink and, amidst the laughter and chatter of those around him, slowly walked away, still seated.

After that, I didn't see Grandmaster Yu for a long time.

At the end of the year, the shopkeeper checked the accounts and said, "Grandmaster Yu still owes nineteen coins!"

The following year, on the Linghua Festival, it was said again, "Grandmaster Yu still owes nineteen coins!"

He didn't mention it at Mid-Autumn Festival, and I didn't see him again until the end of the year.

To this day, people have not seen him again—it seems Grandmaster Yu has indeed died.