Farm Tough Girl
Chapter 360 - 360 361 Dont Like Me Taking It Off First_1

Chapter 360: Chapter 361: Don’t Like Me Taking It Off First?_1 Chapter 360: Chapter 361: Don’t Like Me Taking It Off First?_1 Just one glance was all it took for her to be stunned into stillness. There was such a good-looking man in the world, with a nose like a gallant peak, eyes like shining stars, a face like polished jade, and a carriage like the breeze through willows—men like this made women feel utterly inadequate.

Zhong Yulang saw Muniang staring blankly and a flicker of contempt flashed through his eyes. However, Muniang had excellent eyesight and didn’t miss his expression, immediately feeling puzzled. She hadn’t offended him, had she?

But before Muniang could recover, she saw Zhong Yulang turn and close the door nonchalantly, then approach her—

and begin untying his belt.

Muniang’s eyes widened as she spit out a mouthful of tea, almost choking to death.

Zhong Yulang saw Muniang choking, her face turning red, and felt baffled inside, “Don’t like me undressing first? Then let’s move to the bed.”

Though he said this, his heart was filled with scorn. Going out to find pleasure, yet still playing the pure lotus? Ashamed to see a man naked?

Muniang was so angry that she hurled a teacup, and it was fortunate that Zhong Yulang dodged quickly. The cup smashed against the wall with a “bang”, “Are you looking for death?! Trying to take liberties with me without seeing who I am, thinking I’m easy to bully?!”

With that, she quickly subdued Zhong Yulang with a martial arts move and threw him down to the ground.

Perhaps the commotion inside was too great, startling the people outside. Shen Dong, who had followed with concern, immediately broke in. Seeing the scene within, he too was taken aback. Zhong Yulang’s clothes were torn and in disarray, and he lay on the ground—anyone could imagine something unsavory had happened.

Shen Dong immediately felt intrusive and shivering upon seeing Muniang’s icy gaze, he said, “I apologize for my rudeness, for entering without permission; I shall leave immediately.”

“Stop right there!” Muniang bellowed. She had always known something was off; so they all took her for a client?

The servant hurried over and was also shocked by the sight. He glared at Shen Dong with animosity, “What are you doing here? You can’t just come barging in here and disturb the guest—be careful or it’ll be the hide off your back!”

He then quickly turned to Muniang with a smile begging for forgiveness, “It’s our mistake. This boy here was too brash. I hope we haven’t spoiled your good mood, Lady. We will withdraw now. Yue Guan’er, attend to her well and don’t let the guest be displeased!”

After speaking, he gave Zhong Yulang a stern warning glance and twisted Shen Dong by the arm to lead him out.

“Did I say you could leave?” Muniang’s voice was chilling.

The servant felt a chill run down his spine, “Do you have any other commands, Lady?”

“Is he your foreman?” Muniang pointed at Zhong Yulang, who had been thrown to the ground.

“Eh, yes indeed.”

Muniang eyed Zhong Yulang, who was slowly getting up from the ground, and her thoughts suddenly cleared a bit. Wasn’t the foreman the highest authority in a theater? How could a mere servant act so fiercely toward the foreman? Muniang’s brow furrowed.

“You may leave now,” Muniang said coolly.

The servant hadn’t expected Muniang to let them off so easily, as just moments before she had the air of a fierce ghost released from hell.

But not daring to linger, he quickly bowed and hurried out.

Tianniu had just returned from the outhouse when the servant boy immediately tried to drag her out with him, only to be interrupted by Muniang’s cold voice, “My people aren’t within your realm to command, get out.”

The poor servant boy felt aggrieved, after all, he was just trying to prevent others from spoiling her mood, so he promptly and sensibly made himself scarce.

Tianniu blinked, “Mu, what’s going on?”

Muniang pulled her down to sit, “It’s nothing, sister is talking business here, you eat something.”

She then glanced at Zhong Yulang, “Aren’t you going to put your clothes back on?”

Zhong Yulang was obviously a bit lost, since Qiao Muniang had come here without listening to opera or seeking pleasure, what was the point of keeping him around? To chat? Zhong Yulang found the idea laughable.

But not having to entertain guests was definitely a good thing, so he decisively got dressed.

Muniang didn’t want to ponder any longer what the theater was all about; she thought it might be because she hadn’t been exposed to this field before, so she didn’t know that actors could entertain guests just like the women in the brothel. Looking at Zhong Yulang’s matter-of-fact demeanor, she supposed she had overreacted.

“Take a seat. I’m here not for any ulterior motive, but to discuss a business proposition with your troupe,” Muniang went straight to the point.

Zhong Yulang was taken aback, “What business?”

“May I know your honorable surname?” Muniang tried to be as polite as possible, because she had heard that this troupe was the most famous in Qinghua City, and the performers were all skilled in opera. She had her eye on such talent; even if they engaged in some shady dealings privately, she wouldn’t accept it for herself, but she would not stop others from making a fortune.

It was the first time Zhong Yulang had been asked for his surname, as everyone simply called him Yue Guan’er.

“Zhong.”

“Oh~ Boss Zhong, there might have been a misunderstanding just now. My purpose today is not anything else but to talk to Boss Zhong about a collaboration. It’s about the theater. I have a very good idea, which could be the next generation of drama, focusing on storytelling as a form of performance. I hope to cooperate with your troupe, providing the concept while you would just need to act according to the script. I can’t guarantee how successful this new mode of drama could be, but at least it would surely earn more than Boss Zhong is making now,”

Muniang’s last sentence was obviously meaningful, insinuating that it was more lucrative than Zhong Yulang selling his body.

Zhong Yulang’s face reddened slightly, partly because he felt embarrassed about having been presumptuous towards someone else, and partly because of Muniang’s insinuation.

Clearly, she had categorized him as someone who sold his body for money.

Muniang continued, “If Boss Zhong doesn’t understand, just take a look at these materials. These are the models I’ve created. You might find it hard to believe, but what I can tell you is that this is definitely a profitable venture. I need a group of talented actors, and if you do well, I might even offer you a share of the profits.”

The terms were obviously tempting, and as Zhong Yulang flipped through the sheets of paper in his hands, his eyes widened. The stages depicted were not just ordinary flats; they resembled a space where people in various clothes spoke, acted, interacted, presenting one story after another.

She hadn’t exaggerated at all; this was indeed a novel and singular approach to drama.

“You came up with all this?” Zhong Yulang exclaimed in astonishment.

Muniang smiled, “Are you interested, Boss Zhong? I believe you are also a smart person. This novel form of drama, combined with the interesting stories I’ll provide, is bound to engage the public, far more entertaining than the storytellers. If Boss Zhong wants to make this money, we can collaborate.”