Full-Level Fierce Person
Chapter 161 - 117 Su Niang

Chapter 161: 117 Su Niang

Hanxiang Building, its lights ablaze.

Large red lanterns hung high in front of its entrance, while incense smoked within the hall, the air dense with the scent of osmanthus and sandalwood.

On this bitterly cold night, the Hanxiang Building was still bustling, the noise and excitement unfaltering.

The cold could not deter people’s relentless pursuit of artistic life.

Everyone who came to Hanxiang Building had a fiery desire in their hearts, seeking a soulmate to discuss life and experience the charm of art.

"A day of leisure, to the brothel for some music."

Someone belted out a song in full voice.

As the crowd looked towards the source, they saw a shabbily dressed middle-aged man, clutching a jar of wine, stumbling drunkenly towards Hanxiang Building, muttering nonstop.

The drunkard made it to the entrance, about to step inside.

"This lazy wretch, why has he come again?"

The brothel madam caught sight of the drunkard and immediately fumed with annoyance. A look of disgust crossed her face as she hastily gestured with her handkerchief to two bodyguards.

Understanding her signal, the two bodyguards walked over, said nothing, hoisted the poor drunken man, and tossed him into the filthy gutter by the street.

Chilled to the core, the drunkard shivered, sobered up a bit, and scrambled out of the gutter in utter disarray.

"Hahaha..."

People around him pointed and laughed without restraint.

The drunkard lay on the ground, looked up at the third floor, and then spat.

"Su Niang, I never expected you to be such an ungrateful wretch!"

The drunkard cursed loudly, his face filled with bitterness.

He lay there, thrashing and rolling about, howling at the sky.

"Arms that have embraced thousands, lips that thousands have tasted, pah! Scornful!"

It was at this moment that Fang Zhixing and Xigou passed by.

Xigou glanced at the drunkard, feeling disgusted and put off, and asked, "Who is this guy, daring to insult Su Niang so openly?"

Fang Zhixing also couldn’t help but take a few more curious glances at the drunkard.

Just then, he heard someone in the crowd sigh and say, "His name is Jiang Hanlin, a scholar, known as ’Jiang the Scholar.’ He used to write scores and lyrics just for Su Niang; ’Broken Heart’ is his work."

Another person expressed surprise, "Then he must be quite talented, how did he end up in such a sorry state?"

The man replied, "He brought it on himself! Look at him, ill-tempered, prone to rage, addicted to wine, and extravagant with money. Moreover, he believes it was he who made Su Niang famous, and has been making endless demands on her, pestering her for favors."

"Asking for money would have been one thing, but the fellow can’t control his tongue when drunk, spewing nonsense about mutual admiration and deep love with Su Niang, claiming they had long agreed to be together for life.

Eventually, Su Niang could no longer endure him and kicked him out."

"So it was like that!"

"Humph, just a scholar brandishing his pen, good for nothing. He truly overestimated himself."

"Su Niang is also unlucky to have encountered such a scoundrel."

"Arrogant and presumptuous, having such a downfall, he truly deserves it!"

...

People suddenly understood and ridiculed him coldly and mockingly.

Fang Zhixing casually listened and didn’t take it to heart, heading straight for Hanxiang Building.

"Oh, Mr. Fang, we’ve finally been graced by your presence."

Upon seeing Fang Zhixing, the brothel madam immediately displayed a chrysanthemum-like smile, brimming with enthusiasm.

Fang Zhixing nodded and said, "Please inform Su Niang that I have arrived for our appointment."

As he spoke, he flicked his finger.

A gold bean flew through the air.

The brothel madam eagerly caught it with both hands, overjoyed to the point of being unable to make out her features, exclaimed, "Right away, Mr. Fang, please wait."

Shortly thereafter...

Fang Zhixing ascended the stairs, entering the most luxurious private room on the third floor.

"Mr. Fang!"

The dimpled girl stood at the entrance, curtsied, and said sweetly, "Please come inside, Su Niang has been waiting for you for a long time."

Fang Zhixing smiled and entered confidently.

The private room was set up the same as before.

A crystal curtain divided the room in two.

As Fang Zhixing entered, he naturally glanced towards the curtain.

The dimpled girl came over, lifted the crystal curtain, gestured with an inviting hand, and with a smile said, "Please come in."

Fang Zhixing couldn’t help but smile.

Recalling his first visit to this private room, he could only sit outside, listening to Su Niang play a piece of music without even seeing her.

Today, he was allowed straight inside.

This must be what being a guest of honor meant.

Fang Zhixing walked past the crystal curtain and then around a semi-transparent thin screen.

Before his eyes was a jade sandalwood floor, ending at a bright window adorned with a birdcage.

Chirp chirp~

A little tai ping bird with a brownish-yellow crown and brilliant red markings extending long tufts of feathers was inside the cage.

This tai ping bird was very delicate, hopping about the cage lively, full of spirit.

By the window, there was a guqin desk close to the floor, with a purple copper incense burner on each side, both emitting thin streams of smoke.

Atop the desk sat a simple, unadorned burned-tail guqin.

And there, behind the guqin desk, stood a gracefully curving woman.

She faced the window, her back to the entrance, presenting Fang Zhixing with her silhouette.

That silhouette, made up of cascading long hair, a slender waist, a pronounced hip, and beautifully elongated thighs, even just from behind, sparked boundless imagination.

The dimpled girl scurried beside the silhouette and lightly laughed, "My lady, Mr. Fang has arrived."

At her words, the silhouette slowly turned around.

Fang Zhixing subtly looked up, his pupils involuntarily shrinking for a moment.

Before him appeared a stunningly beautiful visage, shimmering eyes, a delicate nose, curved lips, and skin smooth as cream, displaying a mix of innocence and seductiveness in her expression.