Chosen One, how did I end up as the villain?

Bamboo Rain

After Qin Huaiyu sat down, he poured himself a glass of wine and savored it, while carefully listening to the sounds coming from next door.

"Mmm"

"Haha, come on, let me touch you again." Zheng Laizi's flirtatious and bright voice came over.

"Hehe, oh no, it itches so much!"

The woman chuckled softly, her sweet, delicate voice sending shivers down one's spine.

"Young Master Zheng, I must thank you for your prediction. The day before yesterday, I planted 64 taels of silver, and yesterday, just as you said, I harvested 110 taels, more than many of my sisters. They are so envious of me."

"Haha, no big deal. Who told me I like you? If you keep this little mouth from pleasing me, you'll get even more."

Zheng Laizi laughed loudly, his voice filled with undisguised smugness.

"Really?" The woman's voice was filled with surprise.

"Of course, when have I ever lied to you? As long as you have me, you'll be set for life."

"Young Master Zheng, you are truly my great benefactor."

"Then how will you repay me?"

As soon as he finished speaking, a series of soft rustling sounds came from next door.

Following closely behind the gentle spring breeze…

Qin Huaiyu muttered to himself, already certain that the matter of planting money was definitely closely related to Zheng Laizi.

According to the information, the amount paid is random, with no precise figure. It can range from a few taels to tens or even hundreds of taels. Yet Zheng Laizi was able to predict the exact amount, which suggests something fishy is going on.

"That's interesting. I'd like to see how you knew that."

After saying this, he picked up his cup and drank the wine in one gulp.

Just then.

"squeak"

The door was pushed open.

A graceful figure walked in, her body concealed by a flowing skirt and a thin veil draped over her shoulders, her snow-capped peaks majestic, her figure exquisite.

Her skin was as white as jade, crystal clear and translucent; her red lips and alluring eyes gazed around with captivating eyes.

Ok!

She is truly beautiful, several times more beautiful than any goddess or celebrity from my previous life.

Qin Huaiyu couldn't help but glance at her a few more times. "This woman is disturbing my Dao heart. Come on, I can handle it..."

"Shiyu greets Young Master Qin."

The woman half-placed her delicate hand and slightly squatted down to pay her respects, but the cleavage caused by the pressure made it even more noticeable.

Qin Huaiyu suddenly thought of a poem: "The monkeys' cries on both banks cannot be stopped, yet the light boat has already passed ten thousand mountains."

Bah, Qin Huaiyu, what are you thinking? You're not Qingzhou...

"Miss Shiyu, you're too kind. Please have a seat!" He was very polite.

Shi Yu was slightly taken aback. Why was this young master Qin being so polite? Wasn't he always the type to come up and touch her whenever he saw her? If she hadn't been so careful, her body would have been his long ago.

"Young Master Qin, have you been feeling unwell lately?"

With questions in mind, she walked over and sat down next to Qin Huaiyu.

"No, why do you say that, young lady?"

"I observe that the young master is not arrogant or extravagant today, which is quite different from his usual self." Shi Yu picked up the wine pot and poured wine.

...This young master Qin's reputation is truly renowned; even brothels know about him.

Fortunately, he had already prepared his explanation while waiting. Qin Huaiyu, with a solemn expression, spouted nonsense:

"I went on a long trip a few days ago and unfortunately fell off my horse. Due to the injury, I have lost my memory. If I have offended you in any way, I hope you will forgive me."

Amnesia?

Shi Yu was suspicious, but her expression remained as charming and smiling as ever.

"No wonder I heard about Young Master Qin's deeds recently, how he cleverly solved the missing person case. I was suspicious of it, but I guess it's because he changed his nature."

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Damn, why does it feel like this girl is insulting me?

Qin Huaiyu controlled his emotions and smiled slightly:

"Perhaps. By the way, Miss Shiyu, I heard from Aunt Liu that you haven't been entertaining guests lately. Were you waiting for me?"

Come and don't go indecent.

"Yes, I really miss Young Master Qin."

As Shiyu spoke, her red lips curled up in a very alluring way. "Amnesia? I want to see if it's really true."

Upon hearing this, Qin Huaiyu's lips curled into a smile. He grabbed Qinglan's delicate hand, the smooth, soft touch feeling like touching silk—very comfortable. He couldn't help but squeeze it, saying:

"The young lady's affection is profound; how could I possibly betray her kindness?"

Shi Yu was stunned for a moment. Although she was the most beautiful courtesan in Qinghua Tower, it was just for show. She was a clean woman and had never held hands with a man before. Her face immediately flushed.

But she quickly recovered, her alluring eyes curving slightly as she leaned forward.

"So, what should we do next?"

The warm breath on his face, and looking at those exquisite features, even Qin Huaiyu, who considered himself to have good self-control, blushed. After all, he was a homebody; although he was a flirt, he wasn't a scoundrel at heart.

I've been teased, but wait a minute!

Rumor has it that the courtesan Shiyu sells her art but not her body, but what is she up to?

Something's wrong with this woman!

His mind raced, and he quickly released his grip, awkwardly turning his head away to pick up the wine on the table and drink it down. The spiciness slid down his throat, and Qin Huaiyu finally regained his composure, saying:

"The night is long, how about we play a piece of music?"

Shi Yu's smile deepened. She really was a different person. If it were any other time, she would have lost control long ago, given her personality. But can amnesia make someone lose their true self?

She thought for a moment, then her eyebrows drooped, looking very aggrieved, and she said:

"I won't play. I play the piano all day long, and look, my hands are all injured." As she spoke, she pouted and opened her palm.

Her smooth palms were fair and delicate, like flawless white jade, with no wounds whatsoever.