Chapter 87: Someone’s Getting Anxious
Young Master Sang thought he must have misheard.
But Meng Qiyan clearly repeated it again.
“I said… strip.”
“Strip, strip what?”
“Clothes, of course.”
Meng Qiyan blinked innocently. “Aren’t you here to borrow money, Young Master Sang?”
“Since you’re in need, sisters can’t refuse.”
“But you see, this money was earned by us sisters risking our lives. Just handing it over to some other woman like that… it doesn’t sit right with us.”
Her voice was sultry yet sorrowful, making any man feel quite twitchy.
“If you’re borrowing money, there should be some sort of collateral.”
She smiled sweetly. “If Young Master Sang doesn’t let the sisters taste a bit of sweetness, thinking you can just walk off with the money… doesn’t seem fair, does it?”
No, wait.
What’s up with you all wanting to taste sweetness by stripping me?
I just came to borrow some cash, okay?!
Why do I feel like the main character in a novel forced into selling herself to pay off debts?
Young Master Sang felt like crying but couldn’t. He stammered for ages before finally squeezing out a line:
“W-What do you want? I’m only offering my skills, not my body!”
“What’s there to fear, Young Master Sang~”
Meng Qiyan gently took Sang’s hand and rubbed it against her cheek, purring, “You’ve saved the sisters before.”
“Would we harm you?”
After saying that, her little tongue teasingly licked Sang’s finger.
Yes! Young Master Sang suddenly realized he had underestimated these enchantresses’ determination to feast on men.
Oh no.
He’d become like Tang Seng trapped in the Spider Queen’s lair.
What should he do?
Not that he wouldn’t enjoy the company of all these tall beauties.
But he was still a married man, after all.
If he got played by them, wouldn’t that be letting Little Ying down?
Seeing Young Master Sang’s troubled expression, Meng Qiyan suddenly put on a fake sorrowsome sigh:
“Ah.”
“Seems like Young Master Sang is stalling, which means he’s found a new love, forgotten the old, and looks down on us sisters, these wilting flowers.”
“No wonder you haven’t visited in so long; you must be off romancing a new sweetheart… Woe is us sisters left alone—”
She pretended to wipe away a few tears.
However, Young Master Sang just kept his head down, not daring to speak.
Even sweat began to bead on his forehead.
Seeing him like this, Meng Qiyan’s smile slowly faded.
“…Wait.”
“Y-You don’t actually have a new love, do you?” Her tone suddenly shifted to anxious.
Young Master Sang still didn’t dare to say a word.
He had this nagging feeling that if he misstepped just once today…
He might never get out of this mess.
Noticing his silence, Meng Qiyan’s expression seemed to grow frantic.
She rushed over, sniffing around him, causing all sorts of ticklish reactions in Young Master Sang.
Before long, she suddenly jumped back, her eyes wide.
“It really is… the scent of a woman’s powder.”
“And more than one?!”
Upon hearing Meng Qiyan’s words, the other girls around them also looked concerned and uncertain.
Whispers erupted, filled with sadness and anxiety.
Some sensitive souls were already teary-eyed, showing hurt expressions.
All eyes suddenly fixated on him, like he was a despicable cheat.
Young Master Sang had no idea what wrong he had committed.
But he knew one thing.
The more you spoke in front of women, the more you’d dig your own grave.
“Impossible…”
Meng Qiyan seemed to lose her previous bewitching charm, looking genuinely worried.
She paced back and forth, her pretty brows furrowed, nervously biting her nails.
“Impossible… Isn’t he a blockhead? How did he suddenly get a heart?”
“He didn’t seem to have feelings for all these sisters before… Is the new girl just too good at winning men’s hearts?”
“Where did this vixen come from, daring to jump the line?”
“This shouldn’t be happening. Why is it like this?”
“We were here first…” She looked like she wanted to chew her nails down to the bone, grimacing hard.
Young Master Sang realized at that moment.
Forget about borrowing money.
Just getting out alive would be a victory.
“Um… ladies.”
He said, almost crying, “How about I don’t borrow anymore, and you just let me go?”
“My, my wife is still waiting for me at home…”
Wife!?
A chorus of voices echoed in disbelief.
Immediately followed by countless piercing gazes.
Young Master Sang shivered, thinking, oh no.
There he went again, speaking without thinking.
“You… you’re married?!” Meng Qiyan wore a look of utter disbelief.
“No, I’m just engaged to Little Ying… I haven’t even met her parents yet.”
He said, his voice lacking conviction.
What Meng Qiyan and the others clearly cared about was something else.
Her fox-like beautiful eyes were locked onto Young Master Sang, as if a glimmer of hope flickered deep inside.
“You guys… haven’t…”
Young Master Sang looked at her pitifully, not daring to say a thing.
Meng Qiyan felt her breath quickening.
Her expression grew graver, like she was faced with a formidable enemy.
The surrounding sisters also looked uncertain, like they were seeking guidance from her.
The atmosphere turned heavy and peculiar in the room.
Young Master Sang felt an uncomfortable perspiration covering his back, unable to bear the pressure, he timidly asked:
“Ladies.”
“How about letting me go home first?”
Meng Qiyan shot him a disinterested glance.
Then, she slowly turned around, whispering:
“Strip. First, let’s lock him in the room.”
Young Master Sang screamed in terror.
“What are you going to do?! Don’t touch me!”
“If you touch me again, I’ll scream! Help! This is harassment!”
“Don’t take off my pants… please! Can’t I keep my underwear? I just got a new pair today!”
Before he could finish, a horde of enchantresses swarmed him, lifting him up and dragging him into the room.
How many liberties they took, and how many times he was inappropriately touched, was a plight only Young Master Sang would know.
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Cuddled up with his arms around his knees in the room, Young Master Sang couldn’t help but lament the tragic fate handed to him.
After the sisters and Meng Qiyan locked him in, they all went out.
A group was huddled together, seeming to be discussing something fiercely.
Young Master Sang’s heart sank; they were clearly discussing how best to make a meal out of him.
Steamed, braised, deep-fried, boiled.
One by one, or all at once.
Little Ying… I’m sorry, but by the end of tonight, I might not be pure anymore…
Thinking of this, tears of despair welled up in Young Master Sang’s eyes, almost making him cry out loud.
Suddenly, the door swung open.
And it wasn’t the scene of flowers dancing as he expected.
In came only Meng Qiyan.
