Chapter 97 – We Must Be Elegant in Our Filth (Part 2)
Liu Zhi reflected silently for a moment before somewhat vexedly pushing away the Beautiful Young Woman who was attempting to get close.
Jiang Pengji smiled subtly, holding her fan, “Just joking, pick a few softer tunes to play.”
She gently lifted the Beautiful Young Woman’s chin with her folding fan, their gazes locking—those were indeed mesmerizing autumn water-like eyes, sparkling just right, neither overly delicate nor lacking in spirit.
Jiang Pengji then feigned a complaint to Liu Zhi, “You really lack romantic flair; how could you so rudely reject a heartfelt woman with such extraordinary beauty? A rejection should be gentle, not so blunt—wouldn’t that just break her heart?”
Liu Zhi shot a glance at Jiang Pengji, and the meaning was clear—
What new nonsense are you up to?
Since arriving at this Spring Pavilion, he’d noticed his daughter had already started to let loose, causing him great worry.
Seeing that things might get out of hand, Jiang Pengji decided to rein it in; if it went too far, what if Liu Zhi didn’t cover for her after?
They might frolic in this place, but it would be too much if they didn’t pay after the fun.
Under the howls and jealousy-driven comments of the audience in the live stream, Jiang Pengji wickedly smiled, revealing her gleaming white teeth.
For Liu Zhi, the scene was quite the eyesore.
There were ongoing rumors outside that his daughter had a reputation for being frivolous, and as a father, he absolutely refused to believe it!
Then, he slacked in his vigilance and was slapped in the face by her actions.
“Hey, this enchanting young lady, what fragrance are you wearing? It smells so good!”
In the blink of an eye, while Liu Zhi was distracted, Jiang Pengji had already mingled with two young women, chatting and laughing in an unusually intimate manner.
She leaned close to the delicate young woman, and under that bashful, flushed demeanor, she slowly approached her neck. To the outside observer, it looked as though she was half-laying in the other’s embrace, their postures so affectionate that Liu Zhi found himself growing increasingly despondent.
The Delicate Young Woman blushed faintly, whispering, “The perfume I use is all homemade.”
Store-bought perfumes don’t suit everyone’s skin, and for the women in brothels, their skin condition is even more crucial. Don’t underestimate those women; they all have skills to some extent, and making their own perfume isn’t a minor feat.
“You made it yourself? The scent is indeed unique; it’s fragrant but not overwhelming, rich yet not cloying, lingering beautifully—truly delightful.”
As Jiang Pengji carefully sniffed it again, if one looked closely, they would notice a glint of intrigue in her eyes, as if she had caught on to some clue.
This fragrance felt rather familiar.
“If you like it, that’s wonderful; I’m also happy,” the young woman replied softly, her face full of shyness.
She was petite and charming, not towering over Jiang Pengji, which made her appearance even more endearing.
As she lowered her head slightly, revealing just a sliver of her fair neck, the simple gesture stirred deep desires within the hearts of men.
[Pudding is not Pudding]: Upon seeing this scene, I suddenly remembered a phrase that fits perfectly: “The gentleness of that lowered head is like a water lily shyly trembling in the cool breeze.”
[Don’t Stop Moving Strongly]: Please, even if she’s gorgeous, she’s still a prostitute, a woman available to all. How can she compare to a water lily?
[Weak]: What kind of moral high ground are you on? If you come to watch the live stream, just do so quietly. Don’t jump out to criticize others, acting like you’re so pure.
[Xiyuan]: Exactly. How noble are you standing on your moral high ground, looking down upon her?
[Lan Cuiyu]: Before you scorn their work, consider the historical context and think from another perspective—don’t just jump in with trash talk, where’s your quality?
[Don’t Stop Moving Strongly]: Heh, a bunch of self-righteous wretches. If you cared so much, why don’t you suggest the host save them? Yapping endlessly while standing unscathed, in the end, they’re just women who sell themselves; how am I wrong? They open their legs for cash, and this host is no different.
Watching the sudden chaos in the live stream, Jiang Pengji frowned slightly, realizing the flames of war had drawn closer to her.
[Autumn Moon Boundless]: These women are heartless and actors are emotionless; I really don’t know what you’re shouting about, the host hasn’t said much at all.
If things didn’t calm down soon, the live stream was bound to descend into a hellscape. Although Jiang Pengji could ignore such comments, she understood the audience to a degree; once emotions ran high, hurtful words could fly, and it was just annoying to watch.
[Host V]: From an employment perspective, they are also career women with jobs that support themselves—it’s just that you see their work as not respectable. Furthermore, in these tough times, with numerous stories of selling children and cannibalism out there, while they may be looked down upon, their quality of life is quite decent. I don’t think anyone else has the standing to scorn them; each person has their way of living. Disagreement is fine, but please show some respect.
Jiang Pengji sometimes found it difficult to understand the thoughts of people from ancient times and recent history, especially now.
In her time, such professions had long been legalized and even had a complete industry chain.
From the perspective of federal law, it was a matter of human rights; everyone has the right to control their own body—this is an inherent wealth.
Thus, she truly could not understand why the audience was arguing in the live stream.
In her moment of distraction, the Delicate Young Woman next to her winked, youthful yet exuding a maturity mixed in, making her alluring. With an enticing eye and full lips that seemed to invite, she asked, “Does Young Master like this fragrance?”
“I’ve smelled it before, so when I noticed the scent on you, it felt particularly familiar. However, while the fragrance is lovely, it pales in comparison to your beauty; your appearance seems like something I’ve seen in a dream.”
Liu Zhi continued eating plain vegetables with an expressionless face. Being in the wrong setting, he had no intention of touching any alcohol, lest he get drunk and taken advantage of.
If the one opposite were a son, tossing him a fire exit plan and finding a plain courtesan to have some fun would be acceptable.
He remained committed to Amin, yet he couldn’t expect his son to do the same.
But here’s the thing—he only had a daughter!
To put it bluntly, while visiting a brothel might not be a big deal, but did his daughter even have the tools for that?
The Beautiful Young Woman, previously dismissed by Liu Zhi, wasn’t about to let things slide; with a handkerchief covering her mouth, her brows subtly flirtatious, she pouted, “Young Master only pays attention to my little sister; have you forgotten about me?”
“How could that be? It’s clearly sister not acknowledging me; why else would you be sitting so far away?”
“Then—how about this?” Saying this, she leaned in, resting her forehead on his shoulder, “Now, is Young Master still blaming me for being distant?”
“I’d be delighted; how could I bear to blame you?”
Liu Zhi, silently watching his daughter joking with the two women: “…”
Just as he worried his daughter might end up tangled up with the two women in a scene that even the most seasoned veterans would find raunchy, the old Madam’s slightly panicked voice came from outside, “Young Master, Xia Er and Chun Er are serving a Noble inside and can’t get away…”
