The Peerless Beauty Stuck With Me

"Did you think that young lady from just now was going to help you?"

Seeing Wen Rou walk off into the distance, Tang Rao finally walked back over to the barrier to see whether the Eldest Son of Yan Family was dead or alive.

The person in the barrier was being tortured by an unending spiritual pressure; very soon his breathing became weaker and weaker, his whole body convulsed from blood loss, and the whites of his eyes were showing more and more.

"Tang Rao, in my next life, even as a ghost, I won't let you off!"

Even if it took him several tries just to get one sentence out, it still didn't affect how clearly he expressed his hatred.

"Alright then, in this life I won't be waiting around for you to come seek revenge. In the next life you'd better come early—don't make me wait too long!"

The man was on the verge of death, and Tang Rao was still saying this kind of thing to provoke him. He wouldn't go this far with other people, but this guy and he had a deep, bitter grudge. If he didn't retaliate a little, it would feel like he was letting himself down after all the injustice he'd suffered lately.

The Eldest Son of Yan Family died in agony, consumed by hatred. The blood in his body was squeezed dry by the pressure, his face was twisted beyond recognition. Tang Rao picked him up like a piece of trash and tossed him into a Space Ring used specifically for garbage. Every now and then he would just throw away a Space Ring; to him, a Space Ring was just something to hold things in—there was no such thing as "too expensive," and it wasn't like he was short on money anyway.

"You few, come out and clean this place up. The bloodstains too. Don't let anyone see anything different from before around here."

Who else could Tang Rao order around? Naturally it was those few little freeloaders who usually ate for free in his portable palace.

From Tang Rao's point of view, he killed someone on Wen Rou's turf and she didn't say a word about taboos—that was her being loyal. But since he'd used her place, he should at least clean up the blood on the floor. Otherwise it'd make him look like some kind of scumbag.

He'd already avenged the great hatred he had toward the Yan Family. That plot of land he'd had the Yan Family guard before—he had to get his own people over there to take it as soon as possible. It was a feng shui treasure land worth more than gold; if he let it slip through his fingers, Tang Rao would really be taking a huge loss.

After the room was restored to its original state, Tang Rao planned to head back first. But before he left, there was still a question in his heart. As long as that question remained, it was like a seed of curiosity rooting and sprouting in his chest, constantly itching at him.

Outside the door, the person Tang Rao was looking for was standing at the cashier's counter, seemingly counting today's drink sales and customer flow.

"Hey, tell me your boss's name and this piece of Purple Crystal is yours."

Tang Rao grabbed a waiter who was about to clock off and shoved a piece of Purple Crystal into his hand. Just asking for a name that everyone knew anyway, and you could get a Purple Crystal—no matter how you calculated it, it wasn't a loss.

The waiter accepted the Purple Crystal and clutched it tightly in his hand before answering, "My boss is called Wen Rou. That's all I know. The boss is really mysterious. Please don't tell her I was the one who told you her name."

The waiter wasn't afraid of being fired for saying Wen Rou's name; what he feared was Wen Rou suspecting him of being a traitor.

The consequences of saying her name could be big or small. At best, she'd just blame him for being too talkative. At worst, it wasn't just running his mouth—it was informing.

In their establishment, informers were always thrown out, then someone would be sent after them for revenge.

"No problem. I'm not the gossipy type. Thanks for the cooperation."

Tang Rao patted the waiter on the shoulder. After thanking him, he cheerfully sauntered over to Wen Rou's side, lifted her hair and brushed it aside, revealing her entire face.

"Hey, checking the accounts?"

Faced with Tang Rao's flirty gesture, Wen Rou was no longer as resistant and rejecting as at the beginning.

What a joke. She had personally watched Tang Rao torment a powerful man until he was half-dead. For all she knew, in the time she'd been out front, that man might already have died at Tang Rao's hands.

With this kind of man whose hands could be stained with blood at any moment, given Wen Rou's personality of bullying the weak and fearing the strong, she definitely wasn't going to provoke him again lightly.

"No, just looking around. You didn't hurt anyone from my place, did you?"

The man Tang Rao hurt had ordered a girl at the time. When Wen Rou went over, she'd only taken one glance and hadn't taken the unconscious woman away. She waited until she saw Tang Rao's expression return to normal before cautiously asking about her girl's whereabouts.

"I'm a man of principles; what do you take me for? She's still in the room sleeping. The room's been tidied up too."

He had originally wanted to fish for a "thank you" to soothe his ears, but thinking about how hard that would be to get, he dropped the idea.

"Don't look at me like that. I'm about to leave anyway. Before I go I just want to ask you one thing: what's your relationship with my father-in-law? How come I heard that even if my father-in-law wants to see you, he can't? Is there some unspeakable secret between you and my father-in-law? He hasn't done anything to let my mother-in-law down, or to let my wife down, has he?"

Tang Rao had to help clear this up first. With Beiyuan's status and position, he definitely wouldn't do anything out of line—that was exactly why Tang Rao wanted to ask clearly.

"The 'father-in-law' you're talking about is the Beiyuan Island Master?"

Wen Rou didn't hide it; she directly spoke Beiyuan's name. After she got a nod from Tang Rao, she went on, "The Island Master came to propose marriage on behalf of his son, Bei Ming. What's wrong with that?"

The rules of the Divine Realm were right there. If you wanted to marry someone's daughter, it wasn't the future spouse who came to propose; as long as the parents were alive, it had to be the mother or father in person. The person who came from Island Master Mansion just happened to be Beiyuan.

"What? You're saying my father-in-law wanted to see you just to propose for his son, but I heard you never even met the Island Master. Don't tell me you don't like Bei Ming, and you're afraid of leaving the Island Master with no way to save face, so you simply refused to meet him?"

Wen Rou nodded; Tang Rao had guessed it all.

"You know how hard it is to deal with officials. I only did that because I had no choice. The Island Master should be able to understand a weak little woman like me."

The ones Wen Rou had refused to meet lately weren't just Beiyuan; there were quite a few big shots with fiery tempers. If she had to agree to everyone just because of their status, then even if you sliced Wen Rou into several pieces and gave each household a piece, there still wouldn't be enough to go around.

"Didn't expect you to be this popular. Where I come from, if people find out the woman is working in this line of business, she might not get married in her whole life. But here it's great—not only can you still get married, you're this much in demand. The local customs around here really are more humane."

Tang Rao stared at Wen Rou with an expression full of envy.

He was actually starting to feel like being born a girl and enjoying being chased by a bunch of men might be pretty nice.

"It's got nothing to do with the line of work. What matters is the face. That's what you don't get."

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