Qi Ye worked with incredible efficiency. In the space of a few blinks, he had trussed the men up like giant rice dumplings.
Jiang Shuyue: [Qi Ye is amazing! Huahua, is he the legendary Rope-Binding Master?]
Qi Ye: That sounds like a compliment, but somehow it doesn't feel quite right.
Huahua: [He is a craftsman, after all. But once this is over, you should persuade Qi Ye to throw that rope away.]
[That rope passes between Chen Wang's legs. It could easily pick up germs. Don't be fooled by his ugly face-he's even been carrying on with someone else's concubine. What he gets up to behind closed doors is even more outrageous than Wang Peng's antics.]
[Really? Quick, quick, tell me how outrageous it is!]
Jiang Shuyue's gossip-loving soul blazed to life again.
Jiang Mother was utterly speechless. Everyone was standing up for her, yet she was giggling away and enjoying the gossip.
Did gossip taste better when danger was staring you in the face?
Huahua: [Chen Yongwang takes anything that comes his way, men or women. And he particularly dislikes one-on-one encounters. Pure romance is out of the question. Do you understand what I mean?]
Jiang Shuyue quietly pressed her palms together around Zhou Yunshen's sleeve.
Jiang Shuyue: Does that paint the picture?
Huahua's little face flushed. [More or less. Sometimes there are four or five layers, too. People's private lives in the old days sometimes went beyond even my imagination. They really... let their natural instincts run wild.]
[Over the years, after acquiring a minor official post, his interests have become more varied. Anything and everything can be...] (For fear of censorship here, just read between the lines.)
The look Jiang Shuyue gave him grew distinctly strange.
Zhou Yunshen shielded her as he edged half a step back.