Chapter 39 - 39 35 You're Just Too Bored

39: Chapter 35 You’re Just Too Bored 39: Chapter 35 You’re Just Too Bored Compared to those famous Fragrance Chambers that opened in the great cities of large nations, this branch in Fenglin City probably wasn’t worth mentioning.

However, anyone who had seen Miao Yu would never say that.

Fang Zehou, one of the current decision-makers of the Fang Family and the biological father of Fang Helling, the uncle of Fang Pengju, was such a man.

He had traveled far and wide, was knowledgeable and experienced, and had independently opened up Yun Country’s trade routes.

Possessing both ability and prestige, he was subtly regarded as the next Clan Leader of the Fang Family.

Such a figure was hopelessly infatuated with Miss Miao Yu.

Every time he returned from a business trip, his first matter of business was always to entertain himself at the Fragrance Chamber.

Instances like this were too numerous to count.

Fang Zehou was neither the first influential man to fall under Miao Yu’s spell nor would he be the last.

And among those ensnared was Zhao Rucheng, known for his weakness for beauty.

Ever since he heard of Miao Yu’s stunning reputation, he had spared no expense, nearly making the Fragrance Chamber his home and showing an unwavering determination to win her over.

“There’s no chance of that happening,” said Zhao Rucheng, his voice filled with calm, “There hasn’t been a woman born yet who can resist meeting me.”

In his heart, he added that Jiang Anan certainly didn’t count as a woman; she was still just a little brat.

Miao Yu nodded slightly, as if in agreement, “Indeed, Young Master Zhao, your looks are truly handsome, your generosity renowned.

With considerable strength, an esteemed family background, and a promising future, your heart is crystal clear, and your words are as smooth as honey—what woman could resist you?”

“But,” her “but” was accompanied by a sudden trace of sorrow in her eyebrows, compelling one to earnestly wish to wipe it away, “but you don’t like me enough…”

It was as if Zhao Rucheng’s lack of genuine affection caused her sadness.

“Hehehe…”

A very vulgar, very abrupt laugh disrupted the atmosphere.

It was Huang Azhan who had woken up at some point, still not completely sober.

At that moment, he was propping up his chin, looking at Miss Miao Yu with a silly smile on his face, “Hehehe…”

Without a doubt, everyone knew what he was thinking.

Jiang Wang covered his face, saying nothing.

He recognized that Miao Yu was the woman in red he had previously encountered, but in this place, he had no say.

Du Yehu instinctively wanted to drag Huang Azhan out and dispose of him, to spare them the embarrassment of being seen together.

He was considering if it was worth having a murder case on his hands before enlisting.

“How can you say not enough?” Zhao Rucheng was the only one who didn’t lose his composure, maintaining a calm demeanor as if he didn’t recognize Huang Azhan, perfectly displaying the savoir-faire of a veteran among flowers, “I have never pursued a woman for so long.

Since meeting Miss Miao Yu, I have spent more time at the Fragrance Chamber than at the city’s official residence.

My affection for you is nearly overflowing, almost enough to drown this place.”

He stood up and walked gracefully towards Miao Yu.

“Here.” He placed his hand over his heart.

It must be said, under such circumstances, with such handsome features, even a seasoned brothel madam, accustomed to all manner of storms in her life, could barely contain her heartbeat at this moment.

But Miao Yu stopped him with just one sentence—

“You don’t truly like me; you’re just too bored.”

The charming smile that Zhao Rucheng had on his face dissipated, and he halted his approach.

“In fact, I don’t like you anymore,” he said.

“I despise women who are too clever.”

Jiang Wang had always known that Zhao Rucheng was a man who avoided trouble and didn’t much care about anything.

It seemed he had nothing he was truly concerned about; his life motto was to live and let live.

He squandered money and wasted time, just as he wasted his talents.

But all of that was his own business, and nobody had the right to interfere.

Therefore, he could understand the overly frivolous likes and dislikes that came from Zhao Rucheng’s mouth.

However, to speak of likes and dislikes within a brothel was, in itself, an ironic affair.

“I’m off, I’m off, I need to go home and cook for Anan,” said Jiang Wang as he stood up.

“Third Brother,” Zhao Rucheng looked at him earnestly, “Can we take some dishes back instead?

Don’t trouble yourself to cook.”

Over there, Du Yehu also nodded solemnly, a look of lingering fear on his face: “Anan is still a child.”

“…” Jiang Wang’s expression turned grim, “Are you leaving or not?”

“Let’s go, let’s go.”

Du Yehu picked up Huang Azhan, ignoring his struggles and stupid laughter, and the group dispersed noisily.

Miao Yu simply smiled as she watched them go, not saying a word.

But with a slight twirl of her fingers, a prepared white granular object silently fell onto Jiang Wang’s back, unbeknownst to everyone.

And it seeped in.

Du Yehu escorted his drunken friend away, and Zhao Rucheng naturally went back to his estate to rest.

Jiang Wang went alone to the Taoist Academy’s dormitory to pick up Anan.

When he picked up Jiang Anan, her mood was clearly not very high, her little mouth pouted, and it was unclear what she was sulking about.

“What’s wrong my little Anan?” Jiang Wang asked with a smile, very amiable and friendly.

“Nothing,” Jiang Anan said with a pout.

“That’s good,” Jiang Wang waved towards her, “Let’s go home.”

Jiang Anan was stunned.

Was he really not going to ask in more detail or show a bit more concern?

On the other side, Ling He didn’t make any effort to keep them, just waving his hand, “Goodbye Anan.”

Jiang Wang understood that this big brother probably wanted to start cultivating as soon as possible but was refrained from fully immersing himself due to having to look after Jiang Anan.

His talent was not the best, but his diligence was first-rate.

“Goodbye Brother Ling He,” Jiang Anan said.

Although she was not too happy, she still had her basic manners.

“Oh, by the way,” Jiang Wang casually said before leaving, “We’ve all transferred our Taoist merits to you.

If you add them up, you shouldn’t be far off from a Channel-opening Pill.

Work a little harder and go exchange them soon.”

Ling He was silent for a while before saying, “It should have been given to Ru Cheng first.

He’s the youngest and has the best talent.

It shouldn’t be wasted.”

“He’s not interested,” Jiang Wang explained outright, “and Brother Hu plans to join the Jiujang Xuan Armor and follow the path of the Ancient Soldier Home by cultivating Energizing Blood and Stamina Pulse.”

Ling He didn’t insist any further, just responding with, “Okay.”

He knew that Zhao Rucheng’s lack of interest was genuine and that Du Yehu’s decision could not be swayed by anyone else.

There wasn’t much he could do, and what he currently wanted was to not waste these Taoist merits and this goodwill.

“Let’s head home,” Jiang Wang lifted Jiang Anan and had her sit on his right shoulder, walking home with steady steps.

Suddenly, Jiang Anan cheered up, letting out a “Giddy up” and swinging her small legs in front of Jiang Wang.

On the way home from the Academy, she excitedly spoke on behalf of Jiang Wang.

Whenever someone greeted him with “Brother Jiang, hello,” she crisply replied, “Hello to you too.”

Jiang Wang just nodded along with her gestures.

“Is Brother Ling He very bored?” Jiang Wang casually asked on the way home.

“He was waiting at the gate even before school had finished.

Other people had things to do after school, but he wouldn’t let them, just following me the whole time,” Jiang Anan said, nibbling on her fingertip.

Ling He had a tolerant and dependable nature, so entrusting him with looking after Jiang Anan was the safest bet.

Staying by her side all day was just basic protocol for him.

“What could you possibly be busy with,” Jiang Wang said while pulling her fingertip away, “Don’t bite your nails.”

“Hmph!” Jiang Anan got so angry that she almost jumped down on the spot but then thought about the way still left to home, so she let it go.

“I’m very busy, I just don’t feel like telling you.”

Jiang Wang wasn’t too concerned, talking nonchalantly, “Brother Ling He is a very good person, Anan, you should be polite to him.”

“Don’t give him a cold shoulder.”

“Stop biting your nails.”

Their voices gradually faded away.

—”I!

Know!

Alright!”