Chapter 10: Young Master Dou Niwan

Tao Qianyu snorted inwardly. Don't think your old lady doesn't know about those filthy thoughts; you'd need to have the opportunity first. She gave Zhen Yingjun a strange smile, and a wave of medicinal fragrance wafted toward him. His heart went "thump-thump," thinking she was truly beautiful. Compared to her, the concubines in his household were worlds apart.

"Meeting me is absolutely the greatest stroke of luck in your life. If you want to treat me to a meal, is your family wealth substantial?" *I'll tolerate you for a moment.*

As if hearing some joke, Zhen Yingjun burst into laughter.

"Hahaha, don't worry about the money. Even if you ate delicacies for a lifetime, you wouldn't finish them. My family's wealth might not rival the national treasury, but I am among the richest in this city. Eat boldly and without worry; I will certainly make you feel at home. Speaking of which, I have yet to ask how to address the young master, and where you reside, so that I may visit in the future." Having gauged his background, the temple couldn't run away even if the monk did.

"Listen well. I don't change my name when I sit, nor my surname when I walk. Dou Niwan. The 'Dou' in Dou Niwan, the 'Ni' in Dou Niwan, and the 'Wan' in Dou Niwan. As for my home, it's quite far away. Have you ever heard of Mount Sibangzi?"

As soon as she finished speaking, she stepped into 'Bei Mo Ting.' Zhixiang followed behind with a face full of black lines. Why did the young lady choose such a weird name? What a mess. It wasn't Zhixiang's fault; she truly couldn't keep up with the young lady's thoughts.

"Dou Niwan, that sounds like a great name! Well named, haha. I haven't heard of Mount Sibangzi, it must be a celestial mountain hidden from the world." No wonder she was so easy to fool; she was from a small place after all.

Zhixiang stumbled, nearly losing her footing. She turned her head and glared angrily at Zhen Yingjun. As expected, the rich are often fools. *Idiot,* she snorted.

Zhen Yingjun didn't mind. He was in a great mood. As soon as he walked inside, he shouted to the shopkeeper, "Manager Xing, bring out all the best wine and food! Don't give me the 'best,' give me the 'most expensive.' Do not neglect my honored guest, do you understand?"

*Show off, go ahead and show off,* the more he showed off, the happier Zhixiang became. Although she didn't know what the young lady was planning, she wouldn't let this fat man get off so easily.

When Manager Xing saw it was Zhen Yingjun, his attitude was neither humble nor arrogant; he didn't bow and scrape to please him. Tao Qianyu greatly appreciated this style.

"Please take the seat of honor, Master Zhen. What you requested will arrive shortly. Would you also like to go to the east wing on the second floor?"

"No, I don't like that quiet atmosphere. This main hall looks decent enough, bright and spacious. When eating, it's much more delicious when everyone eats together, isn't it?" Tao Qianyu, of course, wouldn't go to some side room; the main hall was the best place for a show.

"Then... we shall do as Young Master Dou says." Even if he was unwilling, it was more important to be patient and please the little beauty.

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The previous scene had all been seen by Changsun Yichen. This little fellow's playful nature was quite strong, and her name was even funnier—Dou Niwan. Wasn't she just teasing him? "Sibangzi" sounded exactly like "fatty." Heh, the little one had quite a sharp tongue; she was quite his type. He estimated there would be a good show coming up! This was the first time in Changsun Yichen's life he had met someone so interesting. Curiosity surfaced, and he decided to follow them in to see what was happening.

Passersby looking for excitement were everywhere. The wealthy went in to eat, while those without money simply waited at the door. Everyone had only one thought: this foolish young master's fate was doomed. Was this meal really that delicious? It looked like the hard days were about to begin. Everyone knew Zhen Yingjun had a perverse hobby: collecting pretty boys and enjoying torture. Many people taken by him went in standing up and came out horizontal. The victims' families, suffering from a lack of money and influence, had no way to file a complaint. The commotion of the crowd caught the attention of Wenren Wushuang and Dongfang Xuanyin within the teahouse.