I became the God Brother of the Regent King after Transmigration!-Chapter 123 - 89: Who Says Young Master Gu Isn’t Up to the Task

Chapter 123: Chapter 89: Who Says Young Master Gu Isn’t Up to the Task

Then, she tried hard to hold back her laughter and said, "Your friend, when she saw me just now, was thinking..."

Rong Heng saw her bring it up again, so he asked nonchalantly, "Thinking what?" 𝘧𝓇ℯ𝑒𝓌𝑒𝑏𝓃𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘭.𝒸ℴ𝓂

Nian Xia proudly said, "So big! Like it! Gu Lan must really like me!"

Rong Heng: ...

He "slammed" the pen down to the side.

Nian Xia coughed and said, "Actually, she didn’t see anything, but... if you don’t go and check now, Gu Lan might really think her Brother Hang is secretly visiting a brothel."

Rong Heng stood up: "Am I not showing enough dislike for you?"

Nian Xia: "But normally, you wouldn’t even bother to dislike."

Dislike is also a sign of caring.

Rong Heng was stunned for a moment, then suddenly ran out of the room.

Nian Xia watched his hurried back, her smile growing more dazzling.

As she smiled, a tear rolled from her eyes and dropped into the icy cold water.

She stood up, got dressed, wiped her tears, and murmured:

"Finally, Wu has made a friend, how did it become... like talking about marriage."

...

From the time Gu Lan sat in the next room to the moment Rong Heng pushed the door open, only a two-hour period had passed.

Gu Lan looked up, seeing Rong Heng rush in, and frowned: "Brother Hang, it’s only been a short while, are you not capable?"

Rong Heng bit his teeth and explained, "Nian Xia is the Market Master of Magpie Workshop, also the Madam here, she was drugged by someone scheming against her, she knows I know medicine, so—"

Gu Lan interrupted him, picked up her sword, and left the room: "No need to explain, Brother Hang, we’re both men. I understand, in this situation, you have to choose between being a beast and being worse than a beast."

Rong Heng: ...

Gu Lan’s steps were swift, she was already down to the second floor.

"Young Master, why are you here?" The white-clad woman who had stopped her earlier happened to pass by, and her eyes lit up immediately upon seeing Gu Lan.

Gu Lan looked at her for a moment and said, "Are you the Madam of Magpie Workshop?"

"Yes, I’m the Madam, Xiang Yuan—"

Gu Lan’s gaze turned cold.

The Madam of Magpie Workshop is Xiang Yuan, nothing Rong Heng said was true.

"Young Master, have you finished talking with our Market Master? Would you like someone to keep you company, have some fun?"

"I want the ones from here..." Gu Lan glanced around, pointing at the two women at the door of the private rooms, having already heard others call their names, "Qing Dai, Du Ruo."

Rong Heng arrived just in time to see Gu Lan being helped by two flamboyantly dressed women into a private room.

The door suddenly closed, and he was dumbfounded, unable to decide whether to knock or leave when laughter mixed with other noises erupted from inside.

The sound was so loud, it penetrated through the door, leaving him standing rigidly in place.

Gu Lan looked indifferently at Qing Dai and Du Ruo in front of her, raised her head, and downed a cup of clear wine in one go.

The wine from Magpie Workshop was pretty nice, drinking served as entertainment, no wonder, Rong Heng might think so too.

"Ladies, a little louder."

"Young Master, my voice is already hoarse," Qing Dai said coquettishly.

Gu Lan directly took out her money pouch and poured all the money out in one go: "A hoarse voice can be nursed back to health, but missing out on this money would be a miss."

Qing Dai with a hoarse voice said, "Young Master, we sell our skills, not our bodies, why would you use this money to insult us?"

Gu Lan showed a bright smile: "So you’re saying you don’t want it?"

Qing Dai: "I want it."

The two women shouted even louder, for a full half-hour, until their voices were genuinely hoarse, only then did Gu Lan wave them away.

She displayed a cold expression, yet her lips always held a faint smile, making Qing Dai and Du Ruo anxious.

Qing Dai picked up Gu Lan’s money pouch, thought for a moment, and left a tael of broken silver on the table for the Young Master Gu, saying, "What is this young master doing? Burning money? I wonder whose family he’s from, spending a fortune to make us lose our voices for two nights."

Du Ruo glanced quickly at Gu Lan’s face as she continued drinking, then whispered, "Ha, you don’t understand, this young man likely can’t... is just putting on a brave face."

Gu Lan lowered her head, drinking, and upon hearing Du Ruo’s words, suddenly raised her head, as if hitting a sore spot: "Who are you saying can’t, who are you saying can’t!"

Du Ruo hastened to shake her head: "Young, young master, you misheard, I was just joking—ah—"

Gu Lan already stood, easily capturing Du Ruo’s delicate wrist, while muttering to herself.

Du Ruo kept retreating but had already backed against the door.

The slightly tipsy Young Master Gu pinned Du Ruo against the door, hot breaths landing as her handsome face enlarged in Du Ruo’s view.

Du Ruo had intended to resist, but seeing Gu Lan’s stunning features, she instinctively closed her eyes.

Suddenly, a gust of wind swept in from behind.

Du Ruo opened her eyes to find herself pushed out of the room by the suddenly appearing Rong Heng.

She looked to the side, Qing Dai was pointing at the door with a stunned face, stammering, "Just now, a man pushed you out, and then..."

"And then what?"

"He went in himself!"

"Hiss—"

With a "bang", the door closed, leaving only Rong Heng and Gu Lan inside the not very spacious private room.

Temperature rose, breathing entangled.

Gu Lan frowned, one hand bracing the door, the other pressing against Rong Heng’s chest, she squinted at the person in front of her, feeling everything spin around her.

Du Ruo...

She remembered Du Ruo actually saying she was incapable! Even though she was disguised as a man, couldn’t just say she was incapable, right, where’s the professional ethics.

"Du Ruo."

Gu Lan called Du Ruo’s name, pressing Rong Heng’s firm chest, feeling something not quite right, confusedly saying: "I’m incapable? You’re even less capable."

Rong Heng lowered his head to look at her, expression indifferent, except the tips of his ears already flushed red.

She exerted force, pressing down on Rong Heng’s shoulder.

"Du... Du Ruo... why are you so tall..."

The Young Master Gu mumbled unhappily, lips stained with crystal-clear liquor, becoming redder and more alluring.

With her breath and words, her lips brushed against Rong Heng’s jaw, causing Rong Heng’s pupils to slightly contract.

"Gu Lan, you’re drunk, I’m not Du Ruo."

Rong Heng’s voice lowered a few tones, one hand grasping at Gu Lan’s unsettled hand, the other resting on her waist.

His eyes dimmed, palms unwittingly spreading, gently caressing.

Gu Lan’s waist was quite firm, only, why was it so slender?

He looked at her, noticed her clothes were in order, recalling what the two women said just now, Rong Heng pondered.

A young boy has his dignity too.

He shouldn’t dampen her spirits.

Gu Lan squinted, looking at Rong Heng, voice hoarse: "I’m not drunk, you, can’t you just be a bit shorter!"

Rong Heng remembered at Step Lotus Hall having hot pot last time, Gu Lan got drunk, seemed the same as well.

He sighed, tightened his grip on Gu Lan’s hand: "Be good, go to sleep."

"It hurts!"

Suddenly, Gu Lan cried out in pain, frowning.

Rong Heng immediately released her hand, suddenly recalling that Gu Lan’s hand was injured climbing the Cloud Ladder: "Where does it hurt, let me take a look—"

The next second, she hooked his shoulder, applying force, and lowered his neck, her warm lips pressing against it:

"If you won’t lower yourself a bit, I can’t kiss you!"

Gu Lan’s muddled words spilled from between her lips and teeth, and Rong Heng had already lost the ability to think.

Feeling her grasp tight on his arm, seemingly afraid he’d resist.

Rong Heng’s senses became magnified countless times, only perceiving Gu Lan with her lips around the edge of his, nibbling bit by bit, he remembered how White occasionally licked his fingers.

No,

He couldn’t remember anything anymore.

Rong Heng, eyes wide open, mind a blank.

He could see Gu Lan’s closed eyes, long and dense eyelashes curling upward, quite lovely.

He could also sense Gu Lan’s burning cheeks, and taste the Peach Blossom Drunk from the Magpie Workshop in her mouth.

Rong Heng was unsure what he should do,

So,

He lowered his body a little more.

That way, perhaps they could continue like this forever.