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Ling Xin walked into the Holy Grove Pavilion with heightened vigilance. The handsome men from last time seemed to know that she had saved their companion, and one by one, they eagerly surrounded her.
In that moment, Ling Xin experienced the sensation of being embraced from all sides. She thought to herself how delightful and wonderful it felt, almost dizzying with happiness.
While she struggled to stay alert, she remembered Pei Xiuping's command of "No interest in any of them," and she couldn't help but sneak her hands around... Suddenly, she understood why brothels thrived!
Ling Xin was completely immersed in the moment until a man's angry voice broke through: "Ling Xin!"
Quickly retracting her hand from the man's clothing, she silently lamented her misfortune—why was she cursed to only admire so many handsome men without being able to indulge?
"You go upstairs first," Pei Xiuping said lazily to Ling Xin, then cast a cold glance at the men present. Each of them felt a chill run down their spine as if swept by frost.
Ling Xin was reluctant but reminded herself that she hadn't received her payment yet; after all, the one with money was the boss! So she reluctantly ascended the stairs, glancing back three times.
As she passed a room, she heard Qin Xiaolian's voice. It sounded like she was drinking, lamenting to the man beside her: "I truly love Xiuping, but why is he so heartless? I've been by his side for five years, lost my only child, and sacrificed five years of my youth. Why is he so cruel? Is it because I'm not pretty enough…"
Peeking through the crack in the door, Ling Xin saw Qin Xiaolian's tear-streaked face and sorrowful expression. At that sight, Ling Xin felt a sharp pain in her chest as memories of past hardships flooded back.
When Pei Xiuping returned, Ling Xin was sitting in the room lost in thought. Pei Xiuping softly asked, "What are you thinking about?"
Ling Xin shook off the troubling thoughts that had been lingering and casually brought up another topic: "I was wondering if I could have a few of your handsome men."
"You can only choose me; there's no room for refusal," Pei Xiuping said domineeringly, his gaze filled with undeniable authority. "I want you to stay by my side for life."
"Then let's forget about it," Ling Xin said, feigning nonchalance as she waved her hand. "By the way, the two thousand taels! No cheating!"
Her eyes were solely focused on the money, while Pei Xiuping feigned a hurt expression. "Ling Xin!"
Ling Xin happily accepted the money. "Pei Xiuping, we're even now!"
Pei Xiuping wanted to call out to her, but Ling Xin had already dashed out with the money.
She didn't like being caught between two people, no matter how much she liked one of them.
Fortunately, she didn't like Pei Xiuping too much at the moment.
Ling Xin kept soothing her emotions as she walked back to Yiming Pavilion, the gentle breeze accompanying her.
Just as she was about to open the door, she noticed a letter wedged in the crack. Curiously, she tore it open, and the familiar handwriting struck her mind like a bolt from the blue.
Her hand trembled slightly as she held the letter; she felt almost breathless. Why would he write to her? Why would he say such things even now? Anger filled Ling Xin's chest, completely unaware that someone was approaching from behind.
The next day, when Pei Xiuping received the news and rushed to Yiming Pavilion in a state of panic, he found it had been reduced to ashes, nothing but ruins remained. Thick smoke billowed into the air, and the acrid smell of burnt wood filled his nostrils. Ling Xin was nowhere to be found.
"Where is she?" Pei Xiuping fell into a frenzy, his eyes bloodshot like a furious lion. He grabbed hold of the official who had delivered the news, his voice hoarse with urgency. "Where is Ling Xin?"
In his heart, he believed she would be fine; she was so cunning and resilient. As the old saying goes, calamities leave behind legacies for a thousand years—she would surely outlive him!
"No, I don't know," the constable stammered, his face pale with fear at Pei Xiuping's terrifying demeanor. "But someone found this letter at the door; it should be addressed to Miss Ling Xin. She might have gone there..."
Upon hearing this, Pei Xiuping quickly snatched the letter away. The constable, feeling as if he had been granted a reprieve, hurriedly fled.
"Xian, I miss you. Lin Han."
Just these simple words—was this person named Lin Han the reason she left? Pei Xiuping reassured herself that she must be safe!
Turning to leave, Pei Xiuping was stopped by Qin Xiaolian. "Where are you going?"
"I need to find her!" Pei Xiuping declared firmly, her eyes radiating an undeniable determination.
Qin Xiaolian retorted angrily, "Can't you see? She abandoned this place because of a letter from that person named Lin Han. She doesn't love you at all! Why are you still so fixated on her?"
"Qin Xiaolian, you came here with me, didn't you?"
Suddenly calm, Pei Xiuping fixed her piercing gaze on Qin Xiaolian, watching her face grow increasingly pale. She slowly asked, "How do you know what the letter said?"
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