Chapter 477: The Demon Lord Junzhu's Slacking Daily Life Chapter 570: The Beauty Trap

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Protagonist:

Yan Qianqian

Yet Qianqian wore a frightened expression on her face, her terrified look as if she had truly been scared.

However, only she herself knew that all of this was deliberately feigned by her.

From the moment she was caught, she keenly sensed Ouyang Chengren's attention toward her, and so she rejoiced secretly in her heart, feeling this was an opportunity.

Sure enough, just as she expected, when she verbally apologized to this Young Master, she deliberately let her voice tremble slightly, as if she truly feared being blamed.

After speaking, she hurriedly struggled free from Ouyang Chengren's embrace, her movements appearing somewhat flustered.

Ouyang Chengren only felt his heart suddenly empty, as if he had lost something important.

He looked at the woman before him, seeing her face full of terror, as if she were very afraid of being reprimanded by him.

For some reason, his heart involuntarily softened, and the words of reprimand originally on his tongue were instantly swallowed back.

He rarely softened his voice and said: "It's nothing, just be more careful in the future." Though his tone remained cold, it carried a trace of hard-to-detect gentleness.

Hearing Ouyang Chengren's words, Qianqian immediately said with relief: "Many thanks, Young Master." After speaking, she prepared to turn and leave.

However, just as she turned, Ouyang Chengren's voice suddenly came again: "Pour me a cup of water before you go down."

Qianqian froze, clearly not expecting Ouyang Chengren to make such a request.

But she quickly recovered, immediately stepping forward to pick up the teapot, and picking up a cup, slowly began to pour water.

And Ouyang Chengren sat there quietly, eyes fixedly staring at Qianqian, as if wanting to see her face clearly through her veil.

Only to see Qianqian's fair jade hands lightly lift the water pot, her movements elegant and gentle.

The red gauze on her arms fluttered lightly with her movements, as if playfully frolicking.

And the tassels hanging beneath the veil added several points of mystery and cuteness to her.

Through the veil, Ouyang Chengren could vaguely see the woman's smooth delicate skin, warm and lustrous like mutton-fat white jade, as if it would break at a breath.

Her red lips seemed not to have any rouge applied, yet they were still tender and dewy, like ripe cherries, making one unable to resist wanting to kiss their fragrance.

Long eyelashes like butterfly wings trembled slightly, and when lowered they made her eyes appear even more deep and captivating.

At this moment, that woman was pouring water with full concentration, her movements elegant and practiced.

Ouyang Chengren only felt that such close contact with her made his heartbeat accelerate more and more, as if it would jump out of his throat.

Before long, Qianqian finished pouring the water, placed the cup and pot neatly, then gave a simple bow, and turned to leave.

Only then did Ouyang Chengren come back to his senses, but that woman had already drifted away like a fairy, leaving only a faint fragrance lingering in the air.

Ouyang Chengren couldn't help feeling some loss in his heart; he hurriedly stood up, wanting to go out and find that woman, to ask her name.

However, just as he was about to step out the door, Wangchen, who had been hiding in the wardrobe, suddenly pushed the wardrobe open and walked out.

It turned out that Wangchen, hearing someone knock on the door, fearing discovery, had immediately flashed inside the wardrobe to hide.

He carefully pushed open a crack in the door, wanting to see who the visitor ultimately was.

As a result, he only saw the back of a water-delivering woman; though her voice could be heard, that affected tone made it clear at first listen she was not a girl from a proper family.

So Wangchen gently closed the door and quietly waited for her to leave.

Finally, Wangchen heard the sound of the door closing, confirmed that woman had gone far, and only then let out a breath of relief, walking out from the wardrobe.

He slowly pushed open the cabinet door, carefully walking out. Just then, his gaze happened to meet with Ouyang Chengren who had just risen.

Seeing this, Ouyang Chengren hurriedly said: "I was just about to call you out!"

Wangchen didn't think much, and told Ouyang Chengren the matters he needed to convey today in full detail.

After everything was conveyed, Wangchen turned and left, leaving Ouyang Chengren standing alone in place.

Ouyang Chengren held the teacup in his hand, slowly sipping, but his thoughts had long since drifted far.

In his mind kept emerging Qianqian's beautiful and moving visage and laughter, as if she were right before his eyes.

Time passed minute by second, until Wangchen's footsteps faded into the distance, only then did Ouyang Chengren wake as if from a dream.

He hurriedly put down the teacup in his hand, hastily walked out of the room, and began searching everywhere on the second floor and first floor for Qianqian's figure.

However, no matter how he searched, he could not discover any trace of Qianqian. Just as he was anxious beyond measure, the brothel's procuress walked over like a ghost, a face full of smiles asking: "Sir, have you finished playing?"

Ouyang Chengren's face was as still as water, coldly looking at the procuress, and asked: "Have you seen a young lady dressed in red?"

The procuress hurriedly nodded, fawningly replying: "Yes, Sir." Ouyang Chengren's heart leapt with joy, and he hurriedly asked further: "Where is she now?"

The procuress's mouth curled slightly, she raised her hand pointing toward the second floor, and said in a coquettish voice: "Look, A Ren't there seven or eight young ladies wearing red clothes right there on the second floor?"

Ouyang Chengren looked in the direction the procuress pointed, and sure enough saw a group of red-clad women on the second floor, waving small handkerchiefs in their hands, calling out coquettishly: "Sir, are you looking for this servant girl?"

Seeing this, Ouyang Chengren's face instantly darkened, and he said displeasedly: "I'm talking about that young lady wearing a veil!"

The procuress spoke with a face full of fawning: "Oh, this Sir, so you like young ladies with veils! That's easy, all the young ladies in our brothel can wear veils, for you to choose freely!"

Ouyang Chengren's face turned even more gloomy; he coldly snorted, the more he thought the more annoyed he felt, so he impatiently waved his hand and said: "Forget it, forget it, no need."

Finished speaking, Ouyang Chengren with a black face turned and walked out of the brothel, steps hurried, as if not willing to stay even a moment longer.

Exiting the brothel, Ouyang Chengren took a deep breath, his mood calming slightly.

He raised his head to look at the sky, discovering the time was already not early, so he decided to immediately rush back to the military camp.

Ouyang Chengren's General's Mansion is located in Chunding City; because this time he came to Chunning City on official business, he could only temporarily stay in the military camp.

He quickened his pace, walking toward the city gate, hoping to smoothly exit the city before the gates closed.

Simultaneously, after Qianqian stayed in the room for a while, she also quietly slipped out. She quickly changed back into her own clothes, then like an agile cat, climbed up a big tree outside the brothel.

Qianqian hid behind the dense leaves, her gaze fixed on the brothel's entrance, secretly praying in her heart to be able to stake out Wangchen here. Because she suspected Wangchen and Ouyang Chengren should have some connection.