Madmen don't keep diaries

Chapter 294 293 The Nightclub Owner

There was no response from the room.

This time, Feng Xiuhu had completely offended Gu Zhili. He was in a dilemma, but he also knew that he was indeed in the wrong. He had wronged an innocent person and let down Gu Zhili's good intentions.

So much so that he's now too embarrassed to kick the door open.

Just as they were hesitating, the butler suddenly came to report that someone was looking for them.

Feng Xiuhu decided to play the coward and called out to the door, "Ali, I have something to do, you can rest first."

After saying that, he followed the butler downstairs.

Upon reaching the door, Feng Xiuhu recognized the person who had come in.

The man with the beaming smile and bowing head was none other than Wang Boyu—the head manager of the nightclub.

Feng Xiuhu then remembered that he had left in a hurry last time and seemed not to have paid the bill.

His expression tightened: "I didn't mean to renege on my debt—don't go around telling everyone, I'll pay you back right now."

Wang Boyu was taken aback, then realized that Feng Xiuhu might have misunderstood. He quickly replied, "Master Feng, I am not here to collect a debt. My master invited me."

Feng Xiuhu was also taken aback.

Is the Goddess of Wind and Rain looking for him?

No, the owner should be Liu Ying'er.

Feng Xiuhu dared not delay, went back to the living room to put on his coat, and followed Wang Boyu out.

The carriage was parked outside. Wang Boyu helped Feng Xiuhu into the carriage, but did not get on himself.

Feng Xiuhu greeted him, "Don't be shy, sit down with me."

Wang Boyu shook his head and declined, saying, "I can't leave the nightclub, so I won't accompany Mr. Feng."

Feng Xiuhu asked in confusion, "Aren't we going to a nightclub?"

Wang Boyu laughed and said, "It's my fault for not explaining clearly. The master is waiting for Master Feng on Fengyu Street."

Feng Xiuhu suddenly understood.

The carriage started moving, swaying and rocking for quite a while.

As they approached Fengyu Street, Feng Xiuhu glimpsed some green plants growing in front of other people's houses through the carriage curtain. Suddenly remembering something, he quickly shouted to the driver, "Stop the carriage!"

The driver reined in his horse and pulled the carriage to the side of the road.

Feng Xiuhu jumped down, waved his hand and said, "I'll leave you here. I'll walk the rest myself."

He left those words behind and ran across the street.

Without even greeting the homeowner, Feng Xiuhu picked and chose in the flowerbed, quickly plucking a handful of flowers and clutching them in his hand.

He almost forgot Liu Ying'er's instructions from last time: to bring her flowers the next time they met.

After getting ready, Feng Xiuhu arrived at the gate of the courtyard, cleared his throat, and knocked on the gate: "Big star, I've come to see you!"

The door was blown open by the wind, and Feng Xiuhu went in and saw Wan Laiqiu watering the vegetable garden.

Feng Xiuhu looked around, searching for Liu Ying'er's figure.

Wan Laiqiu asked him, "What are you looking for?"

Feng Xiuhu said irritably, "Just farm your land and stop asking questions you shouldn't."

He couldn't find it in the yard, so he looked at the tightly closed door.

Feng Xiuhu hesitated whether to go in and take a look—he had never been inside before.

As if sensing his thoughts, Wan Laiqiu said calmly, "The Empress is not here."

Feng Xiuhu didn't believe him. He sneered at Wan Laiqiu, "Don't try to fool me. She's the one who sent me. How could she not be here?" Wan Laiqiu looked at him like he was an idiot, and after a moment of silence, he said, "...I'm the one who sent you."

Feng Xiuhu suddenly seemed to have caught Wan Laiqiu red-handed: "Good old man Wan, the Empress isn't home, and you, a monkey, are acting like king. I think you're too eager to take the throne. You even dare to covet the Empress's chair—I'll tell her later."

Wan Laiqiu said helplessly, "I am the owner of Fengqing Yuyun."

Feng Xiuhu hesitated: "What about the Empress?"

Wan Laiqiu said, "Your Highness is Liu Ying'er, and the nightclub was set up for Liu Ying'er."

Feng Xiuhu pointed to his own nose: "So it was you who came to find me?"

Wan Laiqiu nodded.

Feng Xiuhu immediately deflated and felt listless.

He sat down at the stone table and placed the flowers on it: "Then tell me, what is it?"

Wan Laiqiu put down the bucket, patted the dirt off his hands, and then rolled up his sleeves.

He spoke as if it were a trivial matter: "Return the double happiness cup."

Feng Xiuhu nearly jumped off the stone bench. He immediately became alert: "Where did you know that, Liu Ying'er?"

"Her Majesty knows it's her business, she doesn't need to tell me these things."

Wan Laiqiu shook his head: "The Temple of Marriage approached me; it was the temple master who spoke up first."

A seemingly simple sentence reveals a lot of information.

Feng Xiuhu was no longer the clueless newcomer he once was. He pursed his lips and quickly figured out the intricacies of the situation.

The Marriage Temple initially wanted to secretly take the items back, not wanting to alarm the church or the Wind and Rain Temple. So they sent a master to handle the matter, but the master died mysteriously at Feng Xiuhu's hands. This made the Marriage Temple realize that they could no longer do things secretly. In addition, they couldn't bypass the Wind and Rain Temple in the territory of Sail City, so they had no choice but to find Wan Laiqiu to act as a go-between.

Feng Xiuhu's eyes darted around: "What benefits did the Marriage Temple give you?"

"Nothing to do with you."

Wan Laiqiu calmly said, "Hand over the items, and I will give you other compensation."

Feng Xiuhu wasn't so easily fooled. He sneered, "You old man with thick eyebrows and big eyes, if I hadn't asked, would you have never even mentioned it? You've really figured out how to be a middleman. There's no way you can make a profit like this."

Wan Laiqiu remained silent, but he and Feng Xiuhu were both well aware of one fact—the moment the Marriage Temple opened its mouth to the Wind and Rain Temple, the Double Happiness Cup was laid bare, and Feng Xiuhu was certain he would not be able to keep this top-grade magical artifact.

So no matter what Feng Xiuhu says, his purpose is nothing more than to gain greater benefits for himself.

Feng Xiuhu did indeed do just that, and he tried to continue to pressure Wan Laiqiu to give in: "Why should I give it to you? It would be a great achievement for me to hand it over directly to the church, and the reward I would receive might be more than the compensation you give me."

Wan Laiqiu almost laughed out of anger at these words: "Wake up, do you really think you're a believer in the church?"

Feng Xiuhu forgot about this—in the eyes of the Wind and Rain Goddess and Wan Laiqiu, his identity was "a newly born deity hidden in the church."

Wan Laiqiu smiled slightly: "Of course, I can't stop you if you want to hand it over to the church. It's just that we've changed from talking to you to talking to the church. Perhaps the Fengyu Temple Fair will give up more, but you won't get more in return."

"That's right."

Feng Xiuhu awkwardly touched his nose: "We can't let the church take advantage of this."

He changed his approach, patted the stone bench next to him, and gestured for Wan Laiqiu to sit down and have a proper talk: "If you're going to talk, then show your sincerity."

"Tell me first, what does the Marriage Temple plan to offer you in exchange for the Double Happiness Cup?"

Wan Laiqiu glanced at him, thought for a moment, and then sat down as instructed.

He corrected Feng Xiuhu: "This is not a transaction, but helping someone."

"The Double Happiness Cup is a top-grade ritual artifact, and its value is beyond doubt. I only helped to ask for it, so what I received was just payment for helping out—and since it's payment, it certainly can't compare to the value of the Double Happiness Cup itself."

P.S.: Wanlaiqiu has already been very accommodating.

(End of this chapter)