Chapter 25: Touch My People, and You Won’t Even Know How You Died

Chapter 25: Those Who Touch My People Won't Know What Hit Them

It finally dawned on Li Zhiming that he had actually arrived at a brothel, and he immediately felt both nervous and regretful: "This place is bad news. You're still young, you can't be here. Let's head back to the mansion."

He reached out to pull Sang Yu.

Sang Yu deftly dodged his reach and asked innocently, "Why is it bad? They seem really welcoming to me."

"Well..."

How do I explain this?

"I'm hungry." Sang Yu dropped his gaze again, his voice dripping with pitifulness.

Li Zhiming remembered that Sang Yu had ordered food earlier but hadn't touched it because he'd gone looking for him, and they'd been walking around all afternoon. He was indeed hungry.

Just then, a bunch of people burst in, laid out a table full of delicacies, then filed out.

Then five or six girls in loud, flashy outfits sashayed in, cooing in sugary voices: "Young masters~ We're here~"

Each one of them could go toe-to-toe with any female celebrity.

Pale, flawless skin! Gorgeous faces!

Li Zhiming gulped, his legs going a little weak.

He was a bona fide single guy, never having tasted love. Not to mention, he'd never had an adult experience—he was still a kid at heart.

Those girls were sharp as tacks, immediately reading his nervousness and his interest.

And from the look of his clothes, he was clearly loaded.

A girl in a green dress melted into Li Zhiming's arms, looping her arms around his waist: "Young master, my name is Rou'er. Can I keep you company?"

Seeing that, the others swarmed in too.

Two of them edged toward Sang Yu, but his icy stare sent them scurrying, and instead they made a beeline for the warm, easygoing Li Zhiming.

"Young master, my name is Xiu'er. I wanna keep you company too."

Rou'er and Xiu'er boxed him in from both sides, while the others fought to squeeze in closer.

Before Li Zhiming could even enjoy the feel of soft women in his arms, he was already getting a headache from all the "young master" this and "young master" that. Guess having too many beauties was its own kind of torture.

He wrestled his hand free from the woman's grip and waved it around frantically: "You—the rest of you—out. Only Rou'er and Xiu'er stay."

The others were reluctant, but one look from Sang Yu had them backing off, so they filed out grudgingly, even shutting the door behind them like good little girls.

Li Zhiming glanced at Sang Yu, who had his head bowed, looking a little unsure of himself.

Right—still a minor, still a kid.

He couldn't let the kid get corrupted.

But he was different. He was already here, and with such gorgeous girls in his arms—even if he didn't go all the way, he could still have some fun, share a drink or two.

Having a kid around just killed the mood.

Li Zhiming cleared his throat and hesitantly said to Sang Yu: "How about you head back first? Or go grab a bite. I've got some stuff to take care of here."

As he talked, he fished two silver ingots out of his robe and shoved them at Sang Yu, trying to shoo the kid off.

An icy, bone-deep chill flickered through Sang Yu's eyes, but when he raised his head, his eyes were perfectly clear: "Fine. I'll go eat out front and wait for you, young master."

"Good, good. Off you go."

"Young master~"

The moment he stepped out, a sugary voice rang out behind him. Just as the door was closing, the girl in green leaned in, like she was about to kiss Li Zhiming.

Good.

Back in the room, Li Zhiming went from excited to overwhelmed in record time, facing those two fiery beauties, and was already looking for an escape.

He just couldn't handle girls this aggressive. His face was burning red, and he frantically grabbed the two girls' hands to stop them from stripping, genuinely scared and ready to bolt.

"Hold on, hold on, hold on. Ladies, I'm a little hungry. With all this good food on the table, how about we eat first?"

He patted his belly.

The two girls traded a look and giggled, nodding: "Of course. If the young master's stomach is empty, he won't have the energy for the main event later."

The girl in green let her hand wander up to his chest, idly toying with the edge of his robes.

Li Zhiming gave an awkward smile: "Food. Let's eat first."

His hand shaking, he grabbed a piece of meat and shoved it in his mouth, his brain turning to mush.

God, how embarrassing.

Even though he really wanted to try... you know, that—as a modern person, he couldn't shake the feeling it was wrong, indecent. He just couldn't get past that mental block.

And two of them... There was no way he was losing his virginity to a two-for-one. That kind of debauchery? No way!

Damn it, he regretted this.

He never should've let Sang Yu go.

Frowning, he shot to his feet: "Ladies, how about we—"

Knock, knock.

The sound cut him off.

"Young master, I'm not interrupting anything, am I?" It was the madam. "Young master, about Rou'er—could you send her out? I'll find you some other girls."

Thank God, a lifesaver!

Li Zhiming waved his hand frantically: "No need for new girls. Just send Rou'er out."

Rou'er pouted and tugged at his sleeve, all pitiful: "Young master, I wanna stay with you."

"Ahem. Later. There'll be a next time. Go on, now."

She had no choice but to go.

It was rare to run into a young gentleman who was both loaded and easy on the eyes; she'd have done it for free, but someone had to go and call her away.

Rou'er was taken to another room.

Once inside, she was thrilled and caught off guard: "Young master, it's you?"

Sure enough, it was Sang Yu.

He sat at the table, taking his sweet time with his wine, savoring every sip, giving off that cold, high-and-mighty young master vibe—a world away from the shy kid from earlier.

Once the surprise wore off, Rou'er hid a grin behind her hand and sauntered over: "So the young master wanted to play alone. Why'd you start drinking without me? Let me pour you a cup."

She stepped forward, reaching for the flask.

As she reached for it, she made a point of brushing her hand over Sang Yu's, giving it a few suggestive rubs, looking at him all soft and sweet: "Young master... ah..."

Sang Yu grabbed her wrist and twisted it hard.

Rou'er winced, tears streaming down her face: "Young master, it hurts, it hurts. Please let go of me."

"Did you kiss him?"

Rou'er, tearful, asked: "What?"

Sang Yu tightened his grip, and she nearly dropped to her knees: "Young master, spare me. I didn't kiss that gentleman. He pushed me away. I didn't touch him. Young master, please spare me."

"How filthy."

He released her with disdain.

Rou'er trembled all over and collapsed to the ground, still shaken: "Th-thank you, young master."

Sang Yu smiled, like a demon walking from hell: "Touch what's mine, and you won't even see death coming."

Rou'er shuddered, not daring to speak.

He picked up another wine cup, swirled it, his voice dripping with a chilling, otherworldly edge: "Drink it."

Rou'er stared in terror, shaking her head frantically: "No, no. Young master, spare me. I know I was wrong. Young master, please spare me."

"Drink, or die. I'll give you a choice."

He took a slow sip of his own wine.

Trembling, Rou'er scrambled up, grabbed the cup, and, under his menacing stare, downed it with shaky hands.