Chapter 242: The Joy of Returning to My Old Trade
Sang Zhe left with satisfaction after pocketing the cash, even leaving an enthusiastic note to remember him for the next good opportunity.
Gongzi Shuiming perfunctorily responded, and after Sang Zhe left the office, she eagerly opened her notebook, brimming with excitement.
Just as expected!
Even amidst such thrilling circumstances, her blood rushing with excitement, her notes remained impressively detailed.
Full pages documenting male physiological hygiene knowledge and reactions during intercourse—her little virgin knowledge bank was instantly filled to the brim.
Moreover,
Recalling the steamy scene just before she fainted last night under those vibrant red curtains, Shuiming couldn’t help but let her imagination soar, inspiration bursting forth.
She was ready with her next story idea.
She—was a glamorous royal princess, gentle and serene, the dream goddess adored by countless admirers.
But behind the scenes, she was an insatiable slut sneaking into brothels for pleasure.
During one rendezvous, she was discovered by a mischievous young noble from the court who learned her true identity.
He blackmailed her, ruthlessly turning the princess into his personal plaything…
Heh, heh, heh.
A seemingly pure princess found out by her most despised person, and then toyed with until broken.
Just thinking about it was exhilarating.
Especially picturing the princess with tears of resentment and shame in her eyes, listening to the young noble tauntingly whisper, “Princess, I’m sure you don’t want your identity as a whore to be known, right?”
Oh no.
She felt blood rushing to her head.
Gongzi Shuiming hurriedly covered her silly grin with her hand, refocusing on her notes.
Just as she was getting into it, flipping to the last page, her smile suddenly froze.
At the very end of her notes, a new line of tiny text appeared.
“Ms. Anonymous.”
“You wouldn’t want your identity as a little erotica author.”
“To be known by your peers and fans, would you?”
The signature made her breath quicken.
—Sang Zhe.
“…Yikes!”
“Oh no no.” Panic washed over her as she slammed down her tablet, her chest heaving, eyes filled with dread.
He actually discovered that the anonymous author was her?!
Then that little fan who questioned her the other day—was it also him in disguise?
Her sharp mind quickly pieced things together, her heart racing wildly.
Oh no.
Now she was set to become the heroine of her very own erotica!
Just the thought of her most important secret being held by Sang Zhe made her heart race faster.
What to do? Sang Zhe wouldn’t try to blackmail her—forcing her to do something shameful and dirty, right?
Should she act a bit more resistant to not let him know how excited she truly was?
Ah. Bai Ming suddenly had a thought.
But if it’s Sang Zhe, he most likely wants her to betray the Floating Splendor Commerce and make money for him.
Remembering Sang Zhe’s money-hungry smile, Bai Ming suddenly felt a wave of disinterest.
No way.
Calm down. Think positively.
At least he didn’t know her true identity as Bai Ming; he just thought she was an ordinary bestselling author from Fusa Pavilion.
Even if he tried to use this as blackmail, it probably wouldn’t yield anything substantial—just a little cash demand at most.
Even so, Bai Ming still felt uneasy.
No, she needed to find a chance to clarify things with him.
Just as she was about to pick up her communication device to arrange a meeting with Sang Zhe, a message suddenly popped up, making her forget about the issue entirely.
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Meanwhile, on the other side.
“So, how is it? Now that we’ve had some space, feeling calmer?”
Hua Jianglian, all dressed up, crossed her legs, resting her chin on her hand, gazing seriously at Sang Zhe: “If you’re still feeling wronged, go ahead and hit me, insult me, bite me. I, Hua Jianglian, a warrior woman, will not fight back!”
“I, Hua Jianglian, the Demon Cultivators Sect Leader, will take responsibility for a weak man to the very end!”
“…Are you still playing this role?”
Sang Zhe sighed, ignoring her mock protests, and went over to hold her, carefully untangling her messy hair from the previous night.
At first, Hua Jianglian felt a bit shy and pouted in protest.
But after a short while, she obediently sat on Sang Zhe’s lap, allowing him to play with her hair.
“So, what did you do to Sister Shuiming?”
“What else was there? I sent her back to the office. Can’t take advantage of others, can we?”
“But why were you both together last night?” Hua Jianglian asked, a suspicious expression on her face.
Sang Zhe found explaining a bit troublesome, so he decided to be straightforward:
“It was for story material.”
Hua Jianglian: “?”
“The Sect Leader just needs to know that I earned six million for our Demon Cultivators.”
“So?” Sang Zhe proudly grinned, “Doesn’t that earn me an extra month’s bonus?”
“Sure,” Hua Jianglian said nonchalantly. “Since you earned that six million, it’s all yours.”
Sang Zhe’s hand trembled in disbelief: “Is the Sect Leader serious?”
“Of course. I said I’d take responsibility for you, why would I hesitate with money? From now on, my money is your money!”
Saying this, Hua Jianglian pulled out a card and handed it to Sang Zhe.
“But…” she suddenly blushed, turning her head shyly and quietly added, “When it’s just the two of us, don’t call me Sect Leader…”
Watching her red-faced expression, Sang Zhe suddenly recalled a famous meme.
Rich loli. Blushing and turning away. Bank card.jpg
At that moment, Sang Zhe experienced the joy of living off someone else’s wealth, feeling like he was on top of the world.
Being supported felt so blissful!
Who needs to chase after Gongzi Shuiming? Why not just be the Sect Leader’s little canary instead?
But the words he sent to Gongzi Shuiming, she must have seen by now.
I wonder what her reaction is?
Just picturing her surprised and flustered expression made Sang Zhe feel a delightful nostalgia for returning to his old trade.
Speaking of which,
Now that she must’ve seen that line, she should be contacting me soon, right?
Just then, the communication device lit up with a message, and Sang Zhe happily opened it, ready to see Gongzi Shuiming’s response.
But when he saw the message, Sang Zhe’s smile suddenly faltered.
The sender was not Gongzi Shuiming.
It was Meng Qiyan.
The message was just a short line.
“Got involved with the Holy Kingdom.”
“…Horrible defeat.”
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