Chapter 81

The carriage soon arrived at the Duke of Ding's Prefecture.

Gao Feng stepped out of the carriage and walked toward the inner residence, his face full of worry.

Gao Yang, meanwhile, slowly stepped out of the carriage. Just as he reached the gate, Uncle Fu came up to greet him.

"Young Master, you have returned."

Gao Yang cast a casual glance and saw that Uncle Fu was holding a letter.

"Is this letter for me?"

Uncle Fu nodded, looking as if he had something to say but was holding back.

Gao Yang had just reached out to take the letter, but seeing Uncle Fu's expression, he immediately stopped his hand.

He said with a strange look on his face, "Don't tell me, Young Master, that this was sent by Song Qingqing?"

Uncle Fu nodded repeatedly, "Young Master is truly brilliant. This is indeed a letter sent by Miss Song, who insisted it be delivered directly into your hands."

That day, when Song Qingqing came in person to break off the engagement, it was not just a slap in the face for Gao Yang, but also for all of them, the servants.

But for such a major matter, they dared not make a decision for Gao Yang.

Furthermore, Uncle Fu was very worried, as the previous Gao Yang had been completely submissive to Song Qingqing's every whim.

A sneer appeared on Gao Yang's face.

He took the envelope and glanced at it roughly.

The entire letter was about how Gao Yang's previous playboy behavior displeased her, and how no woman would want to marry a playboy famous throughout the capital, so she couldn't be blamed.

She also declared that Gao Yang shouldn't misunderstand, as feelings cannot be forced, but she felt Gao Yang was a good person; although they couldn't be lovers, they could still be friends.

Gao Yang just gave a cold laugh at this.

In his mind, the original owner, though a playboy, had been completely obedient to Song Qingqing for her sake, and despite being a playboy for many years, he was still a virgin.

This was enough to show his true feelings!

Yet this Song Qingqing turned her back as soon as she pleased.

Such a woman was simply not worth wasting time on.

"Tell her, we will meet at the place where we first met, and neither of us shall leave until we see the other," Gao Yang said, looking at Uncle Fu.

Uncle Fu looked disappointed, a bitter smile appearing on his face.

Sure enough, as soon as Miss Song beckoned, their Young Master took the bait.

But as a servant, he naturally had no right to gossip about the master's affairs.

"Then this old servant will go prepare the carriage." Uncle Fu made a move to leave.

"Why prepare the carriage?"

Uncle Fu was instantly stunned, "Young Master, aren't you going to keep the appointment?"

Gao Yang said irritably, "I'm just playing with her. It's already dark; go to an appointment at bedtime? Is there something wrong with my brain?"

As he spoke, he threw the letter Song Qingqing had written to Uncle Fu.

"Take this letter and feed it to the dogs."

After saying this, Gao Yang stepped through the gate and headed toward the inner courtyard.

Behind him, Uncle Fu was stunned, and then a broad smile appeared on his old face.

He shouted to the guards nearby, "Why aren't you doing as the Young Master ordered?"

While speaking, Gao Yang walked along the corridor back to his room.

He was truly tired.

With all the tossing and turning today, he had walked at least twenty thousand steps.

At this moment, Lü Luo pushed open the door, her small hands carrying a basin of foot-washing water, her small face filled with fragility and youth.

"Young Master, Technician No. 98, Lü Luo, is at your service."

Lü Luo didn't know where Gao Yang got this strange hobby; he could even make a show out of soaking his feet.

Ever since the first night of washing his feet in Linjiang City, Gao Yang had a flash of inspiration and came up with this rule.

Every time Lü Luo called out "Technician No. 98," she felt an inexplicable sense of shame.

Originally, she was unwilling; although she was a personal maid, she had the right to refuse, but she compromised when Gao Yang offered to double her monthly wages.

Nothing else, he just paid too much.

Gao Yang's tired feet were soaked in hot water, enjoying the massage from Lü Luo's small hands.

This feeling was simply beyond words.

In the future world, with Lü Luo's looks, wouldn't this cost thousands of yuan?

The only pity was that if Lü Luo were wearing a miniskirt and black silk stockings, it would be even more perfect.

Of course, if it were "irregular," that would be even better.

However, in the future world, at Lü Luo's age, if she dared to engage in "irregular" services, it wouldn't be a simple fifteen-day administrative detention; it would be at least three years in prison!

Suddenly, Gao Yang's heart stirred. Could he open a club here in Changancheng?

Wouldn't this club model crush the current Four Great Famous Pavilions?

Gao Yang fell into deep thought.

It seemed necessary to inspect the Rouge Pavilion, the largest brothel in Changancheng, tomorrow; one must experience the future competitor in depth.