Amid dazzling lights and flowing wine, he stayed out all night, lost in drunken dreams of song, dance, and peace.
That was Cheng Yu's life now. Day after day of extravagance seemed to have softened this "fish butcher's" cold heart, but only Cheng Yu knew that he was still lost. When a busy person suddenly found himself with nothing to do, his first reaction was joy, delight-happiness.
But once that excitement faded, all that remained was aimlessness. As for enjoyment, he had already enjoyed more than enough: power, money, strength, and eternal life.
Even his visits to this brothel had been for pleasure, yet after barely a year, Cheng Yu was already tired of it. They said a lover's embrace was a hero's grave, but unfortunately, the pleasures here could not bury him.
Even his original target, Lian'er, had fallen under Cheng Yu's yearlong offensive of "throwing money around."
Of course, money alone would not have won over an "old hand" at the brothel like Lian'er. But this gentleman truly seemed to throw money around purely for the sake of throwing it around. Whenever she offered to share his bed, Cheng Yu wore an expression that said, "You're actually after my body?" Gradually, she let down her guard.
Lian'er was no innocent young girl. The money Cheng Yu had thrown around over the past year was enough to buy several brothels. She truly did not believe that a woman like her, who had spent years in the flesh trade, deserved such "generosity." Little by little, she lowered her defenses, and the lines she had once used to please customers became words from her heart.
As she talked with Cheng Yu, Lian'er gradually found herself drawn to his manner of speaking and the way he acted.
What sort of man was