Live-in Son-in-law

Ma Chengfeng chuckled lewdly, "Young Master Qin, there’s something you don’t know. Many high-end inns in this city have collaborations with brothels, and they can provide whatever you need. As long as you have money, they can even find the oiran for you."

"Honestly speaking, the Dual Courtesans of Miaoyin Pavillion, Qing Jian and Hua Jian, are stunning beauties, one in a million. Not only are they good in bed, their cultivation isn’t bad either, plus they understand the Dual Cultivation Technique, simply marvelous."

Qin Yi saw him squinting his eyes in a drooling manner, seemingly reminiscing, and couldn’t help but laugh, "Seems like you’ve experienced it?"

"No, no..." Ma Chengfeng waved his hand repeatedly in embarrassment, "Those two oirans aren’t affordable for ordinary folks; their appearance fee is as high as two thousand gold coins. I’m too poor to have such luck."

Qin Yi was somewhat dumbfounded, two girls from the brothel, and their appearance fee alone is two thousand gold coins, did they gold-plate the place?

Indeed, these days, regardless of the world, inflating prices is a hobby for all men, just like those actors, originally of low status, raised by a bunch of brainless fans, their value naturally skyrockets.

Ma Chengfeng leered lasciviously, continuing, "Young Master Qin, there’s also Lan Yingge’s Miao Ling’er, who is said to be three times more beautiful than the Nine Heavens Fairy. But Miao Ling’er only sells her art, not her body; someone offered a million gold coins just for a night of pleasure, but she refused."

"It’s said that Miao Ling’er claims she’s waiting for a fated person; if she fancies someone, she’d be willing to pay him instead. If not, even if offered a million, ten million won’t suffice."

Qin Yi’s lips slightly curled, showing a hint of disdain.

This is a typical case of creating a persona, labeling oneself as unique. Essentially, it’s just inflating prices; if ten million doesn’t do it, she’d definitely rush in for ten billion.

These tactics are exactly what those actors on Earth typically use.

"Young Master Qin, given your high cultivation and handsome appearance, I think you should stay at the inn. Maybe Miao Ling’er will fancy you and pay you."

Qin Yi smiled slightly, looking at him, "I will stay here with you."

"Ah?"

Ma Chengfeng looked dreary; after all he had said, any man would take the bait, but this person showed no reaction.

Qin Yi knocked on the table, "I’m hungry, go make me some food."

Ma Chengfeng looked crestfallen, wanting to refuse but not daring, could only agree, "Young Master Qin, please wait, I’ll go right away."

Ma Chengfeng went to prepare some food.

Qin Yi looked around, a bit puzzled; with Ma Chengfeng raking in money every day, why is his home so simple?

This room isn’t big, but it’s fully equipped, all the essential furniture is there, but it’s all made of the cheapest materials.

This penny-pincher... Qin Yi concluded.

Not long after, Ma Chengfeng came in with two dishes.

"Young Master Qin, it’s already late, no place to buy ingredients, so we have to make do, I hope you don’t mind."

Qin Yi raised an eyebrow, just two dishes, both vegetarian... no, one is semi-vegetarian, after all, it contains a few pieces of meat so small you’d miss them if not looking hard.

"Ma Chengfeng, are you sure you’re not doing this on purpose?"

Qin Yi pointed at the dishes in front of him.

Ma Chengfeng awkwardly replied, "Young Master Qin, please bear with it for now. I promise you a feast tomorrow."

Qin Yi tried some with his chopsticks, surprisingly good, though all vegetarian, Ma Chengfeng’s cooking skills aren’t bad.

"Young Master Qin, I also have some wine here, do you want to drink a little?"

Qin Yi hesitated slightly, then nodded.

Ma Chengfeng, looking pained, took a jar out from under the bed, opening it to find barely any wine left, only at the bottom.

Qin Yi glanced at him, "Ma Chengfeng, you rake in plenty of money every day, don’t pretend to be poor in front of me."

"I’m not, really I’m not, I’m very poor." Ma Chengfeng said seriously.

Qin Yi jested, "True, after all, you have an eighty-year-old mother and a three-year-old child to support."

Ma Chengfeng’s toes dug into the ground awkwardly.

"Do you live alone?"

Ma Chengfeng nodded.

"Your income is decent, yet living so frugally? You are a strong person, should at least get some help to serve yourself."

Ma Chengfeng hesitated, smiling awkwardly.

Qin Yi rolled his eyes; this guy is truly a miser.

After finishing eating, Qin Yi wiped his mouth, "Alright, clean up! Go rest early, get me a new set of bedding."

Ma Chengfeng lowered his head, "Young Master Qin, I don’t have new bedding, or you could make do for tonight, and I’ll buy some tomorrow."

Qin Yi’s eyes narrowed, "Ma Chengfeng, you really think I’m easy-going, right? Believe it or not, I can make you spit out all the money you’ve hoarded."

This guy is too stingy, not even willing to give him new bedding.

Ma Chengfeng’s face looked glum, "Young Master Qin, I swear there really is no new bedding, may I be struck by lightning if lying."

Qin Yi didn’t believe it, stepping forward to open the cabinet, finding only a few old clothes, nothing else.

Blinding Technique... Qin Yi could almost be certain.

This guy pretends to live frugally, truly to mislead others, surely he has a hidden wealth... maybe he’s spent all on those brothel women.

He’s pretending to be poor now, just to coax him out.

Qin Yi pressed his lips, looked at him, "Alright then."

Ma Chengfeng looked grateful, hurriedly cleaned up the leftovers from the table into a tray, "Young Master Qin, have a good rest early."

Qin Yi slightly nodded.

Ma Chengfeng carried the tray out.

Qin Yi didn’t lie on the bed, he has some cleanliness; the bedding looks dingy, a bit repulsive to him.

Pulling over a chair, Qin Yi sat crossed-legged and began to cultivate... but his Divine Thought spread out, enveloping the entire compound.

Ma Chengfeng carried the tray into the kitchen, cleaned up then came out.

He glanced towards Qin Yi’s room, then walked into the adjacent room.

Qin Yi murmured lightly, this guy just laid down to sleep.

In the middle of the night, Ma Chengfeng suddenly got up stealthily.

His every move was clear as day to Qin Yi.

Ma Chengfeng quietly got out of bed, walked outside, then came to Qin Yi’s door to listen, finally sneaking into another room.

This room hadn’t been occupied for ages, covered in dust everywhere.

Ma Chengfeng walked in the air, as the dust on the ground would leave prints.

He reached the wall, revealing a secret compartment behind a worn painting he moved aside.

Ma Chengfeng took out a small wooden box from the secret compartment, opened it... inside were a half-box of gold coins, roughly estimated to be two or three hundred.

Qin Yi squinted his eyes, could tell this slick character is indeed wealthy, yet pretended to be poor all along.

Ma Chengfeng came out with the box, again looking towards Qin Yi’s room, then shot into the night, disappearing.

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