Chapter 165: Strike First, Report Later

Chen Wuji looked at Qin Zhanhong with a shocked expression.

The Lich King is in power, it's kinda scary.

Daddy, have you forgotten you're an ice-cold goddess? Don't act like this.

"There shouldn't be any place to eat," Chen Wuji said.

"We'll know if we ask later," Qin Zhanhong said with a chuckle.

Li Si Fencha doesn't just have one backyard; it has three.

The middle is their kitchen, while the two on the sides should be considered truly top-notch private rooms.

The environment is elegant, the courtyard divided into several areas.

There are flower clusters, small bridges with flowing water, and a pond full of colorful fish.

Guests can choose to dine while admiring flowers, or dine while watching fish and enjoying the stream, or sit in a more private room.

Chen Wuji chose to watch the fish and sat down in the waterside pavilion.

The attendant soon brought snacks, hot tea, and drinks.

Qin Zhanhong also asked if there was a place to rest.

As it turned out, there was!

Not only did they have one, it was absolutely private.

It turned out these two courtyards were for wealthy people to drink, entertain guests, and relax.

It inherently provided guests with pleasure-seeking entertainment.

Because Qin Zhanhong asked about this, when the shop sent the candied fruit the second time, the attendant had been replaced by two maids.

These two didn't leave; they just stood by to serve.

Chen Wuji instantly felt numb.

He really wanted to ask Qin Zhanhong if she'd forgotten she was a stunning woman, not Tian Boguang.

How could she think of such things anytime, anywhere?

Moreover, today's meal will probably cost a fortune.

Although Shopkeeper Li promised not to charge for food and drink thereafter, using this place definitely requires silver; the service fee will surely be high, not low.

I've suffered a huge loss.

If I'd known, I should have just gone back to Sanlipu.

At least, even if Qin Zhanhong's boudoir had its bed broken, she wouldn't ask him for silver.

Because he thought about spending a lot of money, Chen Wuji found the food and drink less tasty.

"Indeed, not bad; your wild disciples did a fine job!" Qin Zhanhong praised the food, though she ate delicately and refinedly, her chopsticks moved extremely fast.

"Come, let's have one!" Qin Zhanhong raised her wine bowl, clinked it with Chen Wuji's, then chuckled lowly, "Why do you still look worried? Didn't I say? From now on you take the initiative, I'll go along with whatever you want—I've been so thoughtful, isn't that enough?"

Chen Wuji gave Qin Zhanhong's overly enchanting face a complex look, "Indeed not enough; what I want is... more!"

"What else do you want? Is there anything about that I don't know?" Qin Zhanhong instantly became interested, her gorgeous red lips slightly parted, leaning toward Chen Wuji like a curious baby.

Chen Wuji gave a mysterious smile, "You'll find out later."

Since this money is destined to be spent, we must make it worthwhile.

Today I'll arrange something different for Qin Zhanhong.

If I don't show her some skill, this woman will practically rebel against heaven.

Qin Zhanhong, a bit shy, smiled with pursed lips, "I suddenly feel unable to wait..."

Chen Wuji really gave Qin Zhanhong a harsh lesson.

However, the price Chen Wuji paid for this was not small either.

Feeling his body completely drained.

After this, Chen Wuji's addiction to this woman was completely subdued.

Too ruthless.

With her strong demands, an ordinary person definitely couldn't withstand it; likely within a few days they'd be worn out.

"Daddy, from now on let's always do it this way? It's so clear." Qin Zhanhong lay limp on the bed, clinging to Chen Wuji like an octopus.

Chen Wuji's pupils instantly shook; he was almost startled into a stress reaction.

Good heavens.

He likes uninhibited women, but doesn't want that uninhibited woman to be uninhibited every day.

"Okay, I'll listen to you..."

Chen Wuji wiped his face hard, speaking weakly.

What else can I say? It's all self-made karma.

Knock knock knock.

The door was suddenly tapped lightly.

"Young Master Chen, someone outside is looking for this lady, saying they have important business to see her."

Qin Zhanhong's intoxicated expression vanished instantly; she leaned in and gave Chen Wuji a deep kiss, whispering, "My subordinate has arrived; likely urgent matters, I'll go see them first."

"Mm."

Qin Zhanhong quickly rose.

After she put on that signature red dress, the post-cloud-and-rain intoxication quickly faded from her face, replaced by a cold, aloof demeanor as if keeping people at a thousand-mile distance.

Only her face remained somewhat reddish and translucent...

After Qin Zhanhong left, Chen Wuji also got dressed and walked out of the room.

Two maidservants stood at the door, their faces flushed and ears red; seeing Chen Wuji come out, they hurriedly lowered their heads, their hands nervously twisted together.

After listening to a strange noise for more than an hour, they both nearly went weak at the knees because of Chen Wuji.

"Go ask your shopkeeper how much silver!" Chen Wuji said.

"The shopkeeper has already instructed that all of Young Master Chen's needs are on the house," said a maid.

Chen Wuji changed his approach: "How much silver does normal use of this courtyard cost?"

"Young Master Chen, we don't know," the maid shook her head.

It was probably that Shopkeeper Li had given prior orders forbidding them from speaking.

Chen Wuji thought for a moment, took out a five‑tael silver ingot, and said, "I don't know if this is enough, but since you won't tell me, this will have to do. Take this silver to your shopkeeper and tell him I might come by often from now on—I can't expect him to comp me every time."

"... Yes."

Based on the price of a dish at the Four‑Part Tea House, the fee for using this courtyard, five taels of silver is definitely not excessive—perhaps even a bit low. But since they won't tell me, Chen Wuji doesn't want to be indebted, so he'll just give it as a guess.

Qin Zhanhong walked over with a lively stride, "Dad, something's happened."

She was very solemn, but that address almost made her stern demeanor dissipate completely.

Such an anachronistic form of address really fooled the child badly.