This scholar is a bit cruel

Chapter 50 Love Story

Chapter 50 Love Story
"Who is the frequent urination gentleman?"

Luo Zijun suddenly came back and asked at the door.

The air suddenly became quiet.

Bi'er's face flushed immediately, and she stammered, "Yes... yes..."

It’s over… it’s over…

Liu Chujian hurried over, looking embarrassed, and prepared to help explain.

Unexpectedly, Luo Zijun suddenly said, "I guess he must be a handsome, suave, wealthy, and talented young man. Otherwise, how could he have such a unique and domineering nickname?"

Liu Chujian: “…”

"First time meeting a girl, right?"

Luo Zijun asked.

Liu Chujian's cheeks turned red and she didn't know how to answer.

Bi'er nodded quickly in agreement: "Yes, yes, Master Luo is right! This servant is right..."

"What kind of young master is this? Please repeat it again."

Luo Zijun looked at her and said.

Bi'er: "...That's right, that's right..."

"Handsome, suave, wealthy, talented, unique, domineering, repeat."

Luo Zijun taught it again and asked her to repeat it.

An imperative tone.

Bi'er had no choice but to lower her head, blushing as she repeated, "Ying... handsome, suave, and charming..."

But in my heart I was secretly saying: Oh my God, this guy is so narcissistic.

Liu Chujian suppressed his laughter and asked, "Mr. Luo, didn't you leave? Why are you back? Did you leave something behind?"

Luo Zijun did not embarrass the little maid any more and handed the manuscript in his hand to her.

"I was so busy getting the money that I forgot about the new manuscript. This is my new manuscript. Miss Chu Jian, you can take a look at it first. If you think it's okay, go to the bookstore and ask for the price for me."

There was a pause.

He added: "I hope the price this time will at least triple."

"New manuscript?"

When Liu Chujian heard this, his eyes suddenly lit up.

Then he quickly took it over with joy and asked, "What story did you write this time, Master Luo?"

"A love story."

Luo Zijun said calmly: "It's nonsense. If you see a girl for the first time, please don't laugh at her."

Liu Chujian raised his eyes from the manuscript and looked at him: "People who write love stories usually have experienced a lot of love. Mr. Luo, you..."

“I have indeed experienced this.”

Luo Zijun said calmly, "Not long ago, I was cruelly abandoned by a girl I met on a blind date because she despised my poor family background and ugly appearance."

Liu Chujian was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said, "This is not called love. But what kind of woman would dislike Mr. Luo? Besides, Mr. Luo is not ugly at all."

“I don’t think I’m ugly either.”

Luo Zijun said seriously.

Then he added, "Okay, I won't bother you anymore. Go to bed early. You can read the manuscript tomorrow when you have time. There's no rush."

After saying that, he bowed, said goodbye and left.

Liu Chujian stared in a daze as his back disappeared at the door.

Bier pouted her lips and was about to complain when she suddenly remembered the frightening scene just now. She hurried to the door, stretched her neck and peeked out.

"Miss, piss...Mr. Luo seems to have really left..."

Liu Chujian hummed softly, lowered his head and looked at the manuscript in his hand.

"A love story?"

She murmured something.

Then he went into the room, sat down at the table, spread out the manuscript, and began to read it.

Half an hour later...

"Miss, it's getting late, you..."

"Quiet."

"Oh……"

An hour later...

"Miss, it's time to rest. We'll see tomorrow... Oh, Miss, you... why are you crying?"

At this time, the moon is bright in the sky and the red candle is shedding tears.

The eldest daughter of the Liu family, who had never shed a tear even when her property was raided by the government and she had to perform in a brothel to pay off her debts, now had tears all over her face.

The crystal tears, like pearls from a broken string, couldn't stop falling.

Bi'er panicked and quickly took a handkerchief to wipe it for her.

"Miss, please stop crying... Seeing you cry makes me want to cry too..."

Liu Chujian looked at the manuscript on the table with tears in her eyes and said softly, "I'm fine...it's just that this story is too touching..."

Bi'er pouted and said distressedly, "That guy is so annoying. He always bullies the young lady. It's fine if he bullies her in person, but he also writes stories to bully her. Let's ignore him next time."

Liu Chujian was stunned, shook his head slightly, and murmured: "Of course I have to care... because..."

"Because of what?"

Bi'er looked at her young lady.

Liu Chujian paused, looking at the words on the paper, and couldn't help but think of the narcissistic words of that guy just now. A smile appeared unconsciously at the corner of his mouth, and he said softly: "Because that person... is handsome, suave, rich... arrogant, talented..."

She didn't say anything else and suddenly laughed out loud.

That face, which was already as beautiful as a flower, at this moment, under the reflection of candlelight and tears, was even more beautiful than ever!
Bi'er was stunned and said worriedly: "Miss, you won't..."

"Nonsense."

Liu Chujian interrupted her. "I haven't said anything yet..."

Bi'er looked at the expression on her face and became more worried.

at the same time.

Luo Zijun had returned home with a huge sum of money.

Luo Jiaorong, Li Zhengshan, and the maid Xiaohuan had already arrived at the entrance of the alley, looking forward to seeing him, and finally waited for him.

Seeing that he returned safely, Luo Jiaorong hurried to greet him.

"Sister, here are thirty taels of silver. Take it."

Luo Zijun divided the silver he had just received into thirty taels and gave it to her.

Don’t give too much at one time, otherwise it will scare my sister and brother-in-law.

The reason why I didn’t give it before was because the silver was not clean.

He can use it himself, but he can't dirty his sister and brother-in-law's hands.

"Thirty taels! Zhengshan, look! There really are thirty taels! I told you, my Zijun will definitely be successful in the future! Much more successful than you!"

Luo Jiaorong took the silver, her face full of excitement and pride. She showed off in front of Li Zhengshan, then looked around and when she saw that no one was seeing her, she quickly stuffed it into her arms.

Li Zhengshan said with a smile on his face: "Zijun is certainly more promising than me. Let's go back and talk about it."

The three of them surrounded Luo Zijun and went home with smiles on their faces.

"Sister, brother-in-law, you can use this money as you like. Don't be reluctant to spend it. I can earn more in the future."

Luo Zijun was afraid that the two would be reluctant to use it.

Luo Jiaorong said quickly: "That won't do! I will help you save up all this money, and I will help you find a wife when the time comes!"

Then he added, "Look, the betrothal gifts, jewelry, and banquets, you two may also need to buy a house, furniture, etc., all of which cost money!"

Luo Zijun said: "Maybe when your brother gets married, he won't have to spend money, but can even make money?"

"how is this possible?"

Luo Jiaorong didn't believe it.

Luo Zijun said: "Marry into the wife's family. Find a rich girl, and an only child. Not only will you not have to spend money, but you can also inherit the other party's wealth."

"Snapped!"

Who would have thought that as soon as he finished speaking, Luo Jiaorong slapped him on the back, glaring at him and saying, "What nonsense are you talking about? Luo Zijun! If you dare to think of marrying into my family, I will beat you to death!"

Li Zhengshan said, "Marrying into someone's family means changing your surname, betraying your ancestors, being humble and inferior to others, and being laughed at and looked down upon by others outside. Zijun, don't even think about this. Your brother-in-law won't agree to it."

"I was just joking."

Luo Zijun rubbed his back. He didn't expect that his sister's slap was so hard.

"Don't joke around!"

Luo Jiaorong glared at him with a straight face: "How can someone who has lived a good life want to marry into someone else's family? Do you want to be someone else's servant instead of being a master?"

Luo Zijun couldn't help but say, "Who says that marrying into a family means being a servant? I read a book in which the protagonist not only did not become a servant after marrying into a family, but also became the master of the entire family. The eldest daughter, the second daughter, the second daughter, the second daughter, the third daughter, and so on in the mansion, as well as various pretty maids, and even the mother-in-law, all became the protagonist's... ahem, they all obeyed the protagonist! Oh, and there were also noble princesses and queens, and powerful monsters!"

"Nonsense! Can you take what's in the book seriously?"

Luo Jiaorong glared at him: "Stop daydreaming!"

Li Zhengshan suddenly asked: "What book?"

"'Something's wrong with my wife'."

"Tsk, this name sounds very..."

"Ok?"

Luo Jiaorong turned and looked at him.

"Ahem... I just asked casually. I can't read."

Li Zhengshan said quickly.

Luo Jiaorong looked at him dangerously for a few times. When she was about to speak, Xiaohuan, who was following behind, suddenly asked in confusion: "Sir, why is there a mother-in-law? Is the mother-in-law also obedient to the protagonist? Isn't she an elder?"

Luo Jiaorong was stunned for a moment, then her body shook violently, she grabbed someone's arm and said angrily: "Luo Zijun! What did you just say? And mother-in-law? What kind of book are you reading? Is it a serious book? Tell me the truth!"

Luo Zijun: “…”

It's quiet at night.

A bright moon climbs up into the sky.

From the dark room, the shy voice of the little maid begging for mercy was heard.

"Sir, I was wrong..."

“Stop…stop scratching…”

at the same time.

Several streets away, the dim lights were still on in the Baoan Hall.

in the corner.

In the small medicine stove, the herbs were boiling with a "gurgling sound".

At the table, a girl in a plain white dress was quietly pounding medicine with her head down.

Her jet-black hair fell like a waterfall on her towering chest, like black silk.