Mu Hanyan and Mu Nan walked along the road, and Mu Hanyan could feel the stares of passersby, her lips twitching slightly.
"Hey, fruit seller, do you really need to pack up your stall and sprint away just because you’ve seen this miss? Would I actually steal your few pieces of fruit? And you, pancake vendor, why don’t you try running a little faster while hugging your pan? Doesn’t it burn your hands?"
As Mu Hanyan watched the vendors panic and scramble to avoid her, she couldn’t help but rant internally. Is that really necessary? Seriously, is all this necessary? Hey, enough already, that stinky tofu vendor, guarding your stinky tofu so desperately; I wouldn’t eat that thing even if you offered it to me!
Mu Nan watched the scene unfold and then glanced at Mu Hanyan’s darkened face, desperately wanting to laugh. Good news stays inside, bad news travels far - that’s just how it is. Anyway, anything good Brother Han Yan does, people assume it’s suspicious and don’t believe it. But let bad influence come into play, and rumors fly fast, getting more exaggerated with each retelling.
"What are you laughing at? Believe it or not, I’ll make you pay back the money?" Mu Hanyan glared at Mu Nan, who was snickering, feeling a sudden urge to unleash her trump card and bully Mu Nan.
Mu Nan’s face fell as he muttered, "That’s not how you should bully people."
"Bully you? If I’m not in a good mood, don’t expect to be either," Mu the Big Playboy retorted, his nostrils flaring as he glanced sideways at Mu Nan.
Mu Nan squinted his eyes and dramatically traced two tear streaks on his face with his fingers, using a whiny tone, "See? I’m now shedding two wide noodle-strap tears of sorrow, sinking into a bad mood with you. Happy now?"
Mu Hanyan’s lips twitched as she grumbled resentfully, "I don’t believe no one likes this young master."
She really was facing a ’flowers won’t bloom, people won’t adore’ scenario.
Could it really be that no one liked this great young master? After all, I am the Eldest Young Master Mu of the City Lord’s Mansion!
Mu Hanyan continued her inner monologue.
Just as she finished her mental rant, she heard a coquettish voice calling out to her.
"Eldest Young Master Mu, wait a moment."
The voice was indeed coquettish, albeit a bit mature in age.
Confused, Mu Hanyan followed the voice and saw a mature woman, dressed flamboyantly, leaning on a door frame and calling out to her.
Huh? Mu Hanyan blinked, looked up at the plaque over the woman’s head, and then her face darkened.
This was a popular brothel in Heishi City!
Oh, someone did welcome her, someone did appreciate her, but it was the brothel owner!
"Hehe, hahaha, someone does like you, Young Master," Mu Nan couldn’t contain his amusement, clutching his stomach as he laughed. Early in the morning, this brothel owner really was something, usually, they only started business in the evening, yet here she was, calling out to Brother Han Yan first thing in the morning. She must really want Brother Han Yan to frequent their business. ᴛʜɪs ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ɪs ᴜᴘᴅᴀᴛᴇ ʙʏ novel⁂fire.net
"Big guy, come up and play," just as Mu Hanyan’s face turned gloomy, the window on the second floor opened, and a young woman, also dressed ostentatiously, waved at Mu Hanyan. Her voice was so saccharine it made one’s skin crawl.
"I’m busy today, maybe some other time," Mu Hanyan snorted, her face dark as she turned around.
And as she turned, she came face-to-face with a cold and stunningly handsome visage.
Yet, it seemed as though he was enveloped in an aura of dark energy.