600: Lady Orchid 503 600: Lady Orchid 503 “Young Master Luo.”
The private room’s door closed.
Nan Xu politely greeted Luo Peng.
“You…
still remember me?”
Luo Peng, who fancied himself as a playboy, unexpectedly appeared somewhat nervous.
“Of course I remember.”
Nan Xu smiled faintly, and on that clean, melon-seed-shaped face, there wasn’t a trace of self-pity or bitterness.
No wonder she was a professional nurtured by the Qing Garden, such mental fortitude was admirable.
Luo Peng smiled and turned, leading her into the room.
“Let me introduce you, this is my boss, Mr.
Jiang.”
“Mr.
Jiang, hello.”
Nan Xu bowed slightly.
Jiang Chen stood up and didn’t look down on her because of her status.
He smiled pleasantly and said, “Don’t listen to his nonsense.
He’s a friend of mine, just call me Jiang Chen.”
Upon closer inspection, Jiang Chen couldn’t help but marvel at her natural beauty—a face unadorned by any cosmetics, flawless and unblemished, hair like a cascading waterfall, skin like jade, perfectly meeting the Eastern standard of beauty.
It was no wonder she had made an indelible impression on a playboy like Luo Peng.
“Miss Nan Xu, please take a seat.”
All three of them took their seats again.
Luo Peng, usually eloquent and at ease, now sat in stark contrast, obviously uneasy and tense.
To those unaware, one might think he was the main event of today’s auction.
In contrast, Nan Xu was quite composed, gracefully lifting her arm, pouring wine for the two men.
“If I may ask, Miss Nan Xu, how old are you this year?”
Luo Peng remained silent, forcing Jiang Chen to speak up and break the awkward silence.
“How old do you think I am, Mr.
Jiang?”
Unexpectedly, Nan Xu didn’t answer and instead posed a question of her own.
Surely a professional at easing the atmosphere.
“Probably not much different from us.”
Nan Xu pursed her lips and smiled, “I’m probably a bit older than both of you.”
Jiang Chen was intrigued, “You know how old we are?”
Without evasion, Nan Xu said, “In your early twenties, I guess.”
Jiang Chen laughed.
“Miss Nan Xu has quite an accurate eye for people.”
It made sense.
Those who work here have a knack for reading people that is beyond the ordinary.
“I’m twenty-four this year.”
Nan Xu finally gave an answer, then raised her porcelain cup, “A toast to both of you.”
As they clinked glasses and drank together, Jiang Chen couldn’t help but admire her mindset.
Despite having sold her life, about to become, or rather already someone’s private possession, the young lady showed no sorrow or despair; she continued to dance with long sleeves, fulfilling her professional talent with a calm that was almost inconceivable.
How could a twenty-four-year-old girl, who might be just out of college if she’d started late, have such incredible strength of mind?
“Miss Nan Xu, are you leaving with us tonight?”
Jiang Chen deliberately spoke, trying to pierce her façade and see her true emotions.
Yet, upon hearing this, Nan Xu still showed no change, nodding and saying, “If both of you wish, we can leave right now.”
“Wait a moment, there’s no rush.”
Luo Peng, who had been silent for a long time, finally spoke up.
Nan Xu continued to pour wine into his cup.
The fragrance of her sleeve added to the charm.
The scene was indeed intoxicating.
Luo Peng suddenly felt that the seventy million he spent was perhaps not a loss at all.
“Miss Nan Xu, the last time I asked you, you didn’t tell me.
Can you now reveal your real name?”
Luo Peng inquired.
From this moment on, she no longer belonged to Qing Garden and naturally had no need to use her stage name anymore.
“Xia Wanqing.”
Indeed, a name as graceful as the person.
“Young Master Luo, you can just call me Wan Qing from now on.”
Such a meaningful “from now on.”
Although Luo Peng was rather insensitive in matters of affection, he had one virtue—he always treated every girl with an egalitarian spirit, even if she was an object purchased with his money.
For some second-generation rich, women were nothing more than playthings.
Luo Peng didn’t know what else to say for a moment, so he looked to Jiang Chen for help.
But Jiang Chen was even less acquainted with her, without any idea of what topic to choose.
“If I remember correctly, Young Master Luo only came to Qing Garden once.
Before the door opened, I didn’t expect to see Young Master Luo.”
It was still Nan Xu, no, Xia Wanqing who initiated the conversation.
“You didn’t seem any bit surprised either,” Luo Peng said subconsciously.
Xia Wanqing pursed her lips and smiled, “No matter who sits in this room, I wouldn’t be surprised.”
Jiang Chen and Luo Peng both fell silent,
“Nan…
Miss Wan Qing, you shouldn’t be, lacking money, why would you…”
Luo Peng hesitated for a while, but still couldn’t help but voice his question, adding hastily at the end, “If you don’t wish to answer, you don’t have to.”
Her entrance fee was five hundred thousand; even if she was only booked a few times a month, earning a few hundred thousand should be effortlessly easy.
For the average person, such earnings were astronomical.
“Who said I’m not lacking money?”
Xia Wanqing playfully countered.
“Could it be that Qing Garden takes a high commission?” Luo Peng asked instinctively.
Xia Wanqing shook her head, “Qing Garden is actually quite fair.
It’s just that I urgently need money.”
Luo Peng looked at her inquiringly.
If it was an ordinary client, certainly they would not get an answer, but as an auction item, Xia Wanqing, in this private room, had no right to privacy anymore.
“I have a younger brother who is about to get married.
He works in Shen City.
The girl’s family demanded a house in Shen City.”
Xia Wanqing’s voice was light and simple, but it made Luo Peng immediately fall silent.
Jiang Chen raised an eyebrow.
He thought those stories about ‘brother-devoted demons’ online were just jests; he had never expected to encounter one in real life.