The feeling from that night came back.
If it wasn't her, then that means... he has feelings for this kind of young girl? Jin was so scared he wanted to bang his head against a wall. His heart started to pound with fear. No way, could it be that Grandpa Jin's taste has really become more tender, and he's fallen for this kind of young girl!
To stay or to leave? This has become a difficult question.
According to our Grand Master Jin's usual habits, since he had a feeling about her, the quality was good, and he had paid for her, he had a clear conscience and theoretically shouldn't leave. However, he seriously doubted that such a "tender" little girl, who seemed like she would break at the slightest touch, could she handle it? Would she cry and make a fuss?
If she doesn't know how to please, this cult leader can reluctantly spend some time teaching her. The problem is, how do I get her to submit? A woman's first time is bound to be troublesome, and he doesn't have the perverted hobby of watching a young girl cry and shed tears while he's doing it to her.
Looking at the paper package in his hand, Jin Huanlai wanted to run away for the first time.
He was all too familiar with this kind of setting. He had seen young girls before, and there were even a whole line of them waiting for him to choose from. At most, he would just wave his hand to indicate that he didn't like them and tell them to leave without batting an eye. But he had never felt this guilty before. Just standing here made him feel disgusting.
I have feelings for this kind of girl, it's fucking disgusting!
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"Fine, let's try something else," Jin took a deep breath and silently told himself, "I'm not scared, and I'm not guilty. I'm just paying for this. It's just that I don't have a thing for dating younger women. It would disgust me because I would treat them like 'kids' instead of women."
After making the decision, he began to hesitate.
If we let her go tonight, someone else will take her place sooner or later. This little girl has ended up in a place like this, shouldn't we step in and save her?
Pshaw, it's not like this is your first time here. When did you become so overly compassionate? Which brothel woman wasn't like this back then? If you try to save them all, how can Master Jin manage? He'd be exhausted! Besides, if all the brothel women in the world were rescued, wouldn't we lose a public entertainment venue?
Having barely managed to convince himself, Jin felt a little relieved. Just as he was about to turn and leave, the little girl by the window sensed someone had entered the room and turned her face away.
A pair of bright, clear eyes!
"Give me back my gold!"
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Jin was completely stunned, frozen in place, as the adorable little girl rushed over, hugged him, and laughed and jumped around.
Her long eyebrows were lightly drawn, her face was fair and her lips were red. Her makeup was a bit too mature, but it was clear that she had put a lot of effort into it. It couldn't compare to her previous moonlit beauty, but it was much more stunning. Her long and neat bangs were swept back, revealing her smooth forehead. Her hair was piled up in a cloud-like bun, and she had bright pearl earrings. The deliberately mature look was in contrast to the childlike innocence in her big eyes, giving her a unique and alluring charm.
No wonder these people all like to pick "young" girls. Luckily, Grandpa Jin has a habit of spending money recklessly. If he hadn't thrown away that thousand taels of silver just now...
Jin was secretly alarmed, cold sweat pouring down his face. He immediately turned her around and asked, "What are you doing here?"
Qiu Lingling retorted, "What are you doing here?"
Jin was embarrassed and speechless. He couldn't very well say that he came to solicit prostitutes, could he? Going to a place like this would damage the glorious image of the leader in the hearts of the children.
Fortunately, the little girl came to his rescue, hugging him excitedly: "I know you came to find me, right!"
Jin was sweating profusely and brushed her hand away: "Why aren't you at home? Who left you here?"
Qiu Lingling blinked her big eyes, then slowly lowered them. Her joy faded, and she murmured, "My dad said he owes a lot of money to others, and they kicked us out..."
No wonder she wanted to be a thief; Jin remained silent.
“The First Madam told me to stay here for a few days and that she would come to pick me up in a while,” she looked up at him, puzzled. “But Mama Cui said that the First Madam took her money and wanted me to do things for her.”
Jin sneered, "What about your father? Doesn't he care either?"
Upon hearing this question, her big eyes quickly reddened, and tears streamed down her face like broken beads. She finally burst into tears: "My father is dead."
A faint sadness welled up in his heart. This scene was all too familiar. When was it? Jin refused to think about it anymore. Looking at the little girl in front of him, her face streaked with tears, weak and helpless, he was somewhat stunned. Five years had passed. He had lost his past and almost forgotten what compassion was.
Seeing her crying so pitifully, Jin sighed and patted her back to comfort her.
The next moment, he regretted it.
The little girl threw herself into his arms, as if she had suffered a great injustice, and cried even more sadly, wiping her tears on his body. Soon, a large patch of her clothes was soaked and the tears continued to seep outwards.
Where did all these tears come from? Jin secretly groaned, "Not only have you taken advantage of me three times, but now if people hear this, they'll think I, the leader, really did something outrageous to this little girl."
After half a day, the person in his arms showed no sign of stopping, and Jin finally couldn't help but yell, "Alright, alright!"
Qiu Lingling stopped crying and looked up, puzzled.
Seeing her distress, Jin regretted his actions and said, "We can't stay here. We need to leave quickly."
Qiu Lingling hesitated: "But we owe Cui's mother money, and I still have to do things for her."
"Do something?" Jin asked with a strange expression. "Do you know what to do?"
Qiu Lingling nodded: "Mom said I should help her keep the guests company."
"Accompany guests? Damn it, how can you be so naive and easily fooled!" Jin barely managed to suppress his anger and hold back from spitting blood: "Fine, fine, you wait here, I'll go tell her, remember, wash your face clean!"
Many troubles on the pillow
He bought a girl for 100,000 taels of silver. When she left, Madam Cui almost worshipped him like a god of wealth and burned incense for him. There were many wealthy merchants in the city, and there were plenty of big spenders. Two years ago, the top courtesan of Chunhong Courtyard was redeemed for 100,000 taels of silver, which caused a sensation in the whole city. Madam You of Chunhong Courtyard has been proud ever since. She always travels in a luxurious carriage drawn by two horses and speaks with an air of superiority as the eldest sister in the industry. She never expected that such a good thing would fall into her lap. And the one who brought her good fortune was just a young girl who was entertaining customers for the first time. It was a rare occurrence. So when she heard the instruction not to reveal it, she readily agreed. This girl was really lucky. She met such a rich man on her first time entertaining customers.
Under the cold moonlight, the two walked briskly down the street.
Jin Dajiaozhu had mixed feelings, even some irritability. He had originally come to have fun, but he had unintentionally saved the "little friend". He was both relieved and scared. Thinking about how he almost missed it, he felt a chill down his spine.
He walked very fast, and Qiu Lingling had to tug at his cloak and jog to keep up.
"Jin, where are we going?"
Where to go? Jin stopped and began to seriously consider the question.
Seeing that he remained silent for a long time, Qiu Lingling asked softly, "I've heard them mention your name. You stole something from the emperor, didn't you?"
Jin came to his senses and nodded, "Yes."
Qiu Lingling said, "They say you are the King of Thieves."
Jin Huanlai stiffened slightly, looked down at her, his eyes flickering: "Yes, everyone is afraid of me, they all close their doors when they see me."
Under the moonlight, her little face regained its original purity and brightness. She blinked her big eyes, lost in thought.
After half a day, she nodded: "You're really amazing!"
This compliment was much better than flattery, and Jin smiled back, feeling inexplicably relieved: "Where does your mistress live?"
"I don't want to go back." Qiu Lingling released him, wary.
"I'm not going to send you back," Jin sighed, no longer asking any more questions. "What can't the Thousand Hands Sect find out? If I hadn't eaten those few pieces of osmanthus cake back then, I wouldn't be in this big trouble now. Let's take the little girl back to the sect first."
His cloak was tugged at, and he looked down.
Qiu Lingling looked at him pitifully: "Dad's gone, I don't want to go back, okay?"
Touched by something soft in his heart, Jin replied, "Okay."
Qiu Lingling was delighted: "Then I'll follow you from now on."
"With me?" Jin almost fainted. "I'm the one who kindly picked up a bag and carried it on my back!"
"Yes, I want to be a thief with you." He said it solemnly.
They really went too far. Although Jin was a little annoyed, he wasn't too troubled. Jin Yuan had too much money, so it wouldn't hurt to have another person help with the spending. Anyway, the little girl was quite obedient and well-behaved. In a couple of years, when she grew up and was so pretty, she could find someone who treated her well to marry and it wouldn't be his business anymore.
This cult leader is such a soft-hearted and kind person. He put on a stern face and said, "If you follow me, you have to listen to me."
"I'll listen to you."
"Let's go."
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It was late at night when they returned to Jin Garden. Jin Huanlai remained calm and instructed the mute servant to take Qiu Lingling to be settled first. He also sent someone to summon a sect leader. News of Sect Leader Fu's crime had already spread. Upon hearing that the sect leader was in trouble, the sect leader arrived twice as fast as usual, standing respectfully before him, not daring to utter a sound.
Jin Huanlai, still disguised as Jin Yue, paced back and forth a couple of steps: "You know the Qiu family."
Hearing this seemingly nonsensical remark, the altar master was puzzled and cautiously asked, "May I ask which Qiu family you are referring to, Master?"
Jin asked impatiently, "You don't even know about the Qiu family in the south of the city?"
There are so many people with the surname Qiu in the south of the city. How would I know which family the sect leader is talking about? The sect leader felt wronged but dared not ask. He almost wanted to cry.
Jin thought for a long time and said, "His family went bankrupt, Master Qiu died, and only his first wife and son are left."
With much more information available, the sect leader noted it all down and finally felt relieved: "Does the sect leader want to inquire about their whereabouts?"
Jin nodded: "Three days."
The altar master hurriedly said, "Don't worry, Master. As long as this person exists, no matter where he goes, we will find him. I will send someone to investigate immediately and will report back to you within three days."
Jin sneered, "No need to reply. In three days, don't let me know that these two are still alive and well."
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In the stillness of the night, under the pale moonlight, with crickets chirping beneath the window, Jin Garden seemed all the more desolate and lonely. Jin Huanlai lay in bed, unable to sleep. This feeling was truly unbearable. Recalling certain lively scenes, the warm and delicate bodies of beautiful women, and their alluring smiles, he became even more agitated. He thought to himself, "I'd better go out for another night."
Just as I was about to get up, there was a noise at the door.
A moment later, the door was gently pushed open a crack, a head peeked in, and then she tiptoed in.
Why is this girl here when she's not in the next room? Jin was surprised, but he lay still and pretended to be asleep.
The room was dimly lit, and the little girl carefully groped her way around. It took her a while to adjust, find her bearings, slowly climb onto the bed, step over him, and lie down inside. She hugged him tightly, seemingly intending to just go to sleep like that.
Jin was almost provoked to the point of jumping up, unable to keep up the act any longer. He quickly pried her hands off and nearly kicked her off the bed: "What...what are you doing!"
Qiu Lingling was startled: "You're not asleep?"
"You think you can just jump into bed with me just because I slept with you? If it were any other woman throwing herself at him, Jin wouldn't object, but now he could only yell angrily, 'Why aren't you in your own room? What are you doing here!'"
Qiu Lingling said, feeling wronged, "I'm scared to sleep alone."
Jin retorted angrily, "Scared? How do you usually sleep?"
Qiu Lingling said, "I'll sleep with my wet nurse."
Jin was speechless. Was this person treating him like a wet nurse? After choking for a long time, he finally took a deep breath: "Didn't anyone teach you that men and women shouldn't touch each other?"
Qiu Lingling shook her head in confusion: "I've only ever kissed my dad."
Jin immediately covered his face. "This leader doesn't want you to take advantage of me anymore, nor do I want to be your father. This leader is not even twenty-four years old."
"Go back quickly, go back to your sleeping area!"
"It's so dark over there, I'm scared."
The little girl's mother died early, and she was usually forbidden from going out. The only men in the family were her father and younger brother, and the First Madam didn't care about her. No wonder no one taught her these things. It's not good to talk to her about the separation of men and women. It's rare to see her so innocent. Oh well, no outsiders will see her in Jin Garden anyway.
Jin reluctantly gave up his seat and said sullenly, "Go to sleep, don't move around."