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The savage nodded, his face rosy and red like a small persimmon.

“You’re a man, you wild man,” I pinched his cheek. “You might even be bigger than me, what’s there to be shy about?”

The savage lowered his eyes, too ashamed to look at me again.

"You're so annoying! The more you act like this, the more I want to seduce you. Give me a kiss, give me a kiss, come here and let me kiss you."

The savage slowly approached, his eyes half-closed. I said I wanted to kiss him, but he raised his chin and pressed his thin lips against mine. The scent of roses clung to him; he carried that cleanest, lightest, gentle floral fragrance. No wonder he sprayed perfume everywhere—he was trying to seduce me. But I only liked this scent on him, as if it had been diluted, the flower petals removed, leaving only a faint trace, which suddenly reminded me of—

"Savage!" I yelled, scaring the savage half to death.

He stared at me with wide eyes. I pointed and waved my index finger repeatedly, "Savage, savage, I really saw a savage, with a full beard, barely clothed, and filthy, in...in...ah!"

Suddenly, the savage pounced and bit my mouth—when did he become so impatient? I was overwhelmed by his tongue, and I really wanted to reach out and knock him on the head to teach him not to be impatient when he should be, and to stop being so impatient when he shouldn't be! However, the impact of his knock sent the little bit of information I had managed to recall back to my head.

While I was panting, I pushed the savage away. Doctor Xu Yi had warned me not to rush things before the remaining poison was completely eliminated.

The savage still leaned forward and pulled me into his arms, his movements swift and practiced. Then he took out one hand and gently patted my back. I suddenly had a feeling that he didn't want me to remember the past at all. From the first time we met, he had hardly ever reminded me of any past events. Although his sadness and disappointment were genuine, I always felt that something was wrong. Some parts, intuitively, didn't seem real.

The most obvious evidence is that the savage changed the subject at a crucial moment. He started asking me why my boyfriend likes lesbians. I explained to him that because a woman only has one pair of breasts, two women have four breasts, and a group of women have countless breasts. As a man, of course he likes to see countless breasts and bottoms floating in front of him... As I was explaining, I forgot to ask whether the savage had intentionally interrupted my recollection.

Later, the savage got sleepy and half-closed his eyes, asking me what I liked. I said I liked threesomes, which is two men against one woman, allowing me to fully utilize my advantages in the front and back of the bed. The savage suddenly woke up with a start. I laughed, "Just kidding. I'm too busy serving one person. Besides, I'm a germaphobe. There will only be one person in this world for whom I can use my front..."

Before I could finish speaking, the wild man fell asleep again. He slept very quietly, unlike my dad who would snore for no reason. He didn't move around much, and unconsciously frowned slightly, with a tuft of my hair still twirling between his fingers.

The prostitution scandal...

A few days later, in Yan Chaohong's small courtyard where the lease had not yet expired.

Mingming stood blocking the courtyard gate, "Young Master Qingshan..."

"Get out of the way!" I glared.

Mingming lowered his head and stepped aside from me. I walked past him, and he chased after me, calling out, "Young Master Qingshan, don't—"

"Sun Qingshan, what are you doing here?" Yan Chaohong quickly stood in front of me, blocking my way.

"I can't be bothered talking to you!" She glared at him. "While I can still control myself, you stand still, stay right here—don't move! Attention! I'll settle this score with you when I get back!"

After I finished speaking and walked around, Yan Zhaohong grabbed me from behind and whispered, "Sun Qingshan, please—just this once, don't do it again!"

"What?!" I kicked him backward without turning my head. "Can this kind of thing be allowed to happen again? Just this once? I should chop you up right now!!"

After shaking off Yan Chaohong's hands and feet, there was still one last kind-looking person standing in front of the bedroom door, with a small ear pressed against the door.

This time I didn't need to say anything. Seeing that I was furious, the tall and burly man automatically made way for me.

Then I rushed forward and kicked open the door. The three people following behind me scattered and rose into the air with that sound, disappearing like celestial beings.

I turned my attention from back to front. Inside the small dark room, a woman—whose looks, figure, and temperament were no less than mine—was pulling on the savage's sleeve, pressed against his body, humming and giggling. The savage would get anemia and dizzy if he stood for too long, but she was pulling him around, almost dragging him and trying to devour him alive.

"What are you two doing?!" I yelled and rushed into the house.

The woman was dressed in many layers when she went out, and now her clothes were scattered all over the ground.

As soon as I stepped on her skirt, I stepped on a piece of it. When I got to the two of them, the savage waved at me, looking stiff and flustered.

"Who is she?" the woman raised her eyes, but asked the savage in a soft voice, "Your mother?"

I gasped for breath. The savage turned to look at me, then back at the woman, and opened his mouth to silently say, "Sister, sister..."

"Sister?!" I stared at the savage's mouth, then paused, raising my voice, "You call me sister in front of this woman?!" I raised my hand to slap the savage on the head, but then hesitated and lowered it, glaring at the woman, "I am his wife!"

As a result, the three of us present, including myself, pronounced "wife" so loudly that we were completely stunned, and we called her that so smoothly and confidently, which was something I really didn't expect.

But when it comes to reaction, no one can compare to the wild man. When I called him "wife," he suddenly turned around and glared at me, his face full of surprise, his eyes wide open, staring straight ahead, staring intently, staring hard, his body swaying slightly—not staring angrily.

However, he reacted quickly. After a moment's thought, he immediately complied with my words and began nodding repeatedly to the woman beside him. He moved his lips but couldn't make a sound, yet he kept saying, "She is my wife..."

The woman, seeing the shape of his lips, was rendered powerless by his forced smile. She glanced at me sideways, but the savage ignored her completely. He turned to face me and slowly said, "I'm...sorry...wife...while you weren't home...I...I know I was wrong...I won't do it again..."

"You—!" I glared at him, almost driven mad with anger, but seeing him frantically waving his hands, I couldn't help but find it funny.

The woman beside me finally realized something was wrong and bent down to pick up her clothes, intending to leave. "Wait!" I rushed forward, reached out and snatched the two pieces of paper she had stuffed into her bosom. When I looked at them, I saw they were two paper money notes, each worth ten strings of iron coins. I turned around and threw the notes in front of the savage—"You actually stole twenty strings of my money to go to a prostitute?!"

The savage was stunned.

The woman, dressed, was even more impolite than me. She snatched the money back from me without even frowning, saying, "Since you know it's prostitution—you still have to pay, no matter what, that's the rule!"

I chased after him, shouting, "Pay even if you don't do it?! What kind of rule is that? Give me back my money—do you hear me? Or I'll report you to the authorities!!"

"Who wants to report to the authorities?!" In the small courtyard, Yan Chaohong and Mingming followed the tall and burly man from before, pushed open the front door, and swaggered into the courtyard.

The woman was blocked from her way. Seeing the three men's imposing presence and their trespassing on her property, she was dumbfounded and forgot to leave.

"I am the head constable." The imposing man at the head of the group took out his badge from his waist, held it up in front of the woman, and then asked in a gruff voice, "Is someone going to report to the authorities? Who wants to report to the authorities?"

"It's me!" I pulled the savage behind me and took a few steps forward. I glared at Yan Chaohong first, then faced the constable and pointed at the woman—"I want to accuse this woman of fraud. My husband didn't even touch her." I pushed the savage forward. "This woman actually tried to take twenty strings of cash from my husband without even taking off her clothes—Sir, you must do justice for my husband!"

"Oh?" The head constable frowned, his face cold.

The savage was beside me, and he seemed embarrassed to reach out and help me, so I shook off his hand and ignored him.

The constable frowned, then asked the woman, "Is it really as she said?"

The woman nodded, her face filled with sorrow, "Yes, that's right, but—"

"Where's the money?" The constable reached out to the woman again. "Give it to me."

The woman was even more heartbroken. She pulled out two crumpled banknotes from her chest, but the constable snatched them away. He looked at them for a moment, hesitated for half a second, and then stuffed one of the banknotes back into the woman's hand, saying as he did so, "You're crying and shouting to report this to the authorities for twenty strings of cash. Would you run all the way to Bianjing to appeal to the emperor for two hundred taels of silver?!"

“Those twenty strings of cash are mine!” I shouted.

"What are you yelling about?!" The constable turned around and glared at me. "That young lady has come all this way, she should at least get some money back to rent a sedan chair. We can't let her come for nothing!"

"Renting a sedan chair doesn't even cost ten strings of cash!" I cried out in despair.

Amidst my screams, Yan Chaohong stood opposite me, her complexion not much better than mine, her eyes fixed on the paper in the woman's hand, her whole body trembling.

The woman put the money away, but didn't forget to glare at me and the savage before finally gritting her teeth and saying only to me, "You're ruthless!"

After saying that, he left with the huge denomination of paper money in his pocket.

"It's my money!" After Mingming reached the courtyard gate and closed it, Yan Chaohong angrily cried out and pounded her chest.

"What do you mean 'your'?!" I glared at him. "That's my husband—" I pulled the wild man away, "He stole it from me to go to a prostitute, how did it become yours?!"

"You you you—!!!" Yan Zhaohong finally stopped pretending to be expressionless and pointed her index finger at me fiercely, "Sun Qingshan, you haven't finished acting yet?!"

...

The main hall of Xu Yi's house.

“Young Master Qingshan…” Before dinner, Mingming insisted on sitting next to me and explaining, “That young lady isn’t an ordinary person. She’s usually kept by the third young master of the Nangong family and never entertains customers. The madam said she’s picky. The four of us—young master, young master, and I—went to see her, but she only took a liking to the Wild Man. It was only after the young master gave the madam a hundred strings of cash and spoke well of her that the young lady agreed to go home with the Wild Man—”

*Smack!!!*

Before Mingming could finish speaking, I slammed my hand on the table, startling him so much that he immediately backed away.

As Xu Jinwan was helping Xu Yi into the room, she heard this sound, and Xu Yi's legs went weak, collapsing into Xu Jinwan's arms.

Then, Yan Chaohong stepped forward and the tall constable followed behind. The two of them crossed the threshold of the hall, but seeing the heavy atmosphere in the room, they inexplicably stood still, neither advancing nor retreating.

“Wild man…” Beside me sat the wild man, head bowed, admitting his mistake. From the moment he entered the room until he sat down, he hadn’t dared to utter a single word.

Now that he's better and can eat dinner with everyone, he dares to disappear. I went to the market to buy him some hawthorn strips to aid digestion, and he let Yan Chaohong take advantage of the situation to drag him to a brothel. What's wrong with him? How can he be so easily swayed? Yan Chaohong took advantage of this and bullied him because he was nice. So the four of them went to a brothel, and in the end, they went to a brothel and ended up returning home as a wild man.

"What benefits did Yan Chaohong give you?" I asked the savage. "If the owner of the fireworks shop hadn't let it slip to me, I wouldn't have known that you were so energetic that you actually led a young lady into your home so happily!"

The savage lowered his head, his cheeks turned pale, and he closed his eyes.

"Weren't you calling me 'wife' so smoothly?" I retorted, "Your wife is talking to you right now, why are you ignoring her, sir?!"

The savage suddenly opened his eyes, but raised his head very slowly, still not daring to look at me.

"Hahaha!" Yan Chaohong laughed three times from the other side of the round table. "If you want to be someone's wife, don't you ask if they're willing first? You're scaring them away!"

"Who's talking to you!" I was hit where it hurt, and grabbed a chicken leg from the table to throw at him, but Mingming quickly grabbed my hand from the side. "Qingshan's little sister-in-law," Mingming looked at me, but said to someone else, "the price of live chickens has gone up a lot at the market recently. We don't have much money, so we need to be careful with our food and supplies." After saying that, she looked at Xu Jinwan with a very serious expression.

I want to laugh. Isn't this a disguised way of asking Xu Jinwan for money for the vegetables? Xu Jinwan is definitely not going to pay any attention to him.

Xu Jinwan ignored him as expected.

“That’s right.” I put down the chicken leg and glared at Yan Chaohong out of the corner of my eye. “It’s because someone took all the money to pay the madam and the girls, and now they can’t even afford a chicken leg. How pitiful.”

Yan Chaohong snorted coldly, turned her face away and muttered to herself: "Speaking of paying someone to do something, it seems like it wasn't long ago. Someone took ten taels of silver from me and used it everywhere. I'm an assassin, do you think I'm a sugar daddy? Thinking about it, I really am paying someone to do something."

"Yan Chaohong!" I can say anything, but I can't bring up this old grudge in front of the savage—I slammed my fist on the table with a loud bang, "Are you even a man?! Did I say I wouldn't pay you back the ten taels of silver I took from you? I got so excited when I saw the savage that I lost my way, okay?! Give me five days, and I'll definitely pay you back, I promise I'll pay you back. I won't eat, drink, or sleep, I don't believe I can't scrape together ten taels of silver for you?"

Yan Chaohong sneered, clearly trying to persuade me from beside her: "Young Master Qingshan, that's not what he meant..."

"Alright, alright!" I waved my hand. There were five people watching the show at the table, and I was too lazy to play the clown with his young master anymore. I reached for a chopstick at the table, put it horizontally in my mouth and bit it. When I felt I had calmed down enough, I put the chopstick down and looked back at the savage with the corners of my mouth still upturned.

“Savage,” I smiled, “I’ll forgive you this time, but you’d better behave yourself and try to finish half a bowl of rice today, or I’ll settle the score with you later, understand?”

"Are you trying to coax them like little kids? Do you understand? You understand—hahahaha!" Yan Chaohong sat down and gave three fake laughs.

The savage listened to this without blinking, nodded obediently to me, and said, "I understand."

I was overjoyed.

Xu Jinwan helped Xu Yi to the main seat. Mingming stood up, pointed to the burly man next to him, and said to me, "Let me introduce you. This is the divine constable 'Owl' from Bianjing. He has received many favors from Doctor Xu in the past. He has come to Chengdu on official business and has come to pay his respects to Doctor Xu."

call?

I was quite surprised. They came to my door at mealtime, and called it a visit? Weren't they just here to freeload?

Then I looked up at the Tokyo detective. No wonder he looked familiar. I had seen him a few days ago at the fireworks shop. He pointed at the savage and said he looked familiar. Now that I think about it, the impression is even more vivid.

At this moment, the constable clasped his hands in a salute and said to me, "I am Mi Dang, the head constable of Kaifeng Prefecture. It was indeed an oversight on my part to entrust your husband with the case today. Please do not take offense, young lady."

I burst out laughing and poked the wild man, "Did you hear that? You're really part of my family now!"

The wild man was looking at the half-bowl of rice that Xu Jinwan had pushed in front of him with a depressed expression. After hearing what I said, his lips twitched, and he lowered his head slightly and smiled strangely.

...

At 9:30, Yeren went to bed on time. I slept with him for a while, and then Yan Chaohong dragged me out onto the street.

Qingyang Fourth Street is a commercial area. Even when it gets late, it is still brightly lit because the night market has opened.

Yan Chaohong kept a straight face and didn't say a word. She led me along a random street, where the lanterns of vendors illuminated the road. I could hear shouts from all directions and see groups of men and women chatting and laughing, dressed quite conservatively, strolling around the street.

I looked around curiously, trying to see what goodies each food stall was selling. The steamed buns and dumplings weren't fresh, and dishes like dan dan noodles and sliced beef and tripe in chili sauce hadn't been invented yet. Some of the dishes were served in small plates that I'd never seen before. But then I thought back to a day many years ago when I was walking on Chunxi Road in Chengdu looking for a food stall. At that time, I never imagined that I would be reminiscing about those days on this brightly lit street, which looked like a lantern festival.

At the simplest noodle stall, Yan Chaohong waved, "A bowl of noodles, please."

I quickly said, "I'm not hungry."