Chapter 114: The Pleasure House Grand Meeting

Liu Liwa organized the Photobook Series, then had Qin Wan’er and Liuyun accompany the Little Loli to practice singing. He sneaked out himself and indeed saw Wen Jun sleeping at the main gate in a drunken state. Liu Liwa pulled out the smallest value Silver Note, tossed it behind the rolled-up Photorealistic Portrait near him, and announced loudly, “It’s daybreak, scram!”

Wen Jun lowered his head to glance at the portrait, but just seeing one corner made him full of energy. He got up to say thanks and disappeared as swiftly as the wind.

Behind him, Shen Zuijin was holding clothes she was about to wash. She watched this scene in confusion, then pushed down the crumpled underclothes hidden in the pile. She gave Liu Liwa a dirty look and said, “Go wake up all the girls. Gather in the main hall in half an hour—the Madam has a word to say!”

Wake up all the girls? Liu Liwa’s eyes sparkled instantly. Shen Zuijin hadn’t even left when he shot like a whirlwind outside each room. Spotting a door, he delivered a swift kick, showing an awe-inspiring might that shook the ages. Even doors that seemed strong and guarded turned as fragile as paper.

After the time it takes a stick of incense to burn, Liu Liwa’s eyes felt sore, itchy, and a bit swollen, almost like he might get a sty. But to see such a colorful and spectacular sight was worth it for any man’s life.

The same food feeds different people. Similarly, the Pleasure House girls were all different in their own little worlds. Early in the morning, one girl was making up in the nude. Another liked bathing at dawn. One was half covered lying asleep. Another was on the chamber pot. Each scene in its different shapes threatened life itself.

Liu Liwa sat in the main hall rubbing his eyes. The girls giggled and crowded around him, calling him “annoying” repeatedly, which made him overjoyed down to his bones.

Yang Xiaosi happened to come in at that moment. Hearing the details, he caught the spirit too. Last night, he got beaten because of the girls, so this was his chance to get back some favor. He immediately copied the move, clattering up to the second floor and kicking the door hard, using all his strength. After another stick of incense time, he finally broke through the first door. The whole redwood door shattered into pieces. Inside, a girl stood fully dressed, staring at him with a cold smirk. Behind him were Wang Meng and a group of guards, while Wu Liniang descended slowly from upstairs. She held a delicate silver abacus in her hand and said as she clicked beads, “This door was made of top-grade wood, costing fifteen silver taels and three coppers. Considering your years of diligent work at Intoxication Pavilion, I’ll drop the change—pay fifteen silver taels, deducted from your future pay!”

Yang Xiaosi wanted to cry unfair, but he was caught red-handed with witnesses and evidence. With the fierce law enforcers behind him, he couldn’t argue at all. He just stared in shock at Liu Liwa, wondering why he got off scot-free after kicking doors too.

Comparing people makes one despair. The second-floor girls saw themselves above others, always locking their doors to avoid trouble. The first-floor girls were more open and accepting, so their doors weren’t barred at all. That’s why Liu Liwa kicked one open easily each time, while Yang Xiaosi used every bit of strength only to end up breaking one completely.

From yesterday’s event, Yang Xiaosi had already lost three months’ pay. Now this fifteen silver taels meant a year’s work gone for nothing. He watched Liu Liwa laughing and chatting with a mournful face. Only days ago, Liu Liwa had been trying to please him as Big Brother Si, but now he’d risen high. Truly, no one has always-good days, just as flowers don’t stay forever red.

Wu Liniang walked down slowly and glanced at Liu Liwa surrounded by the girls. He held one on each side like some high-and-mighty king, enjoying amazing luck. In just over ten days, he transformed massively, like a carp leaping over the dragon gate.

At the same time, Liu Liwa was watching Wu Liniang too. Her lush, peach-like figure was draped in a black dress, resembling a Widow in mourning. The small silver abacus in her hand showed her as a greedy Madam.

Behind her were Wang Meng and a group of security members, exuding murderous intent—nothing like ordinary Pleasure House guards.

The girls from the second and third floors all appeared together. Many were new faces to Liu Liwa. From introductions by the first-floor girls, he learned that some were long-term favorites of wealthy nobles and didn’t entertain other guests. They seemed superior and special but were actually caged birds without freedom.

Still, among them were some stunning beauties or girls with noble airs. Yet everything about them reeked of strong vulgar charm. Their smiles and gestures felt rehearsed, like they were acting in a play. Compared to them, the first-floor girls acted flirty but more real and natural.

Of course, the truest gems with perfect looks and grace were all kept in small rooms out back.

Soon, all of Intoxication Pavilion gathered: from top to bottom, including the Madam, prized girls, and down to servants and helpers. Among them was the Leftover Warrior, treated by the physician. The iron fillings on Bing He and Xing Shi’s faces were gone, but they had dense pits like smallpox scars. Right then, they were busily shifting tables around. Quickly, the main hall turned into a big classroom.

Wang Meng and others brought over a set of chairs themselves. Wu Liniang sat down with Shen Zuijin on her left and Wang Meng on her right, making them look imposing and high-ranking.

On the left, premier third-floor girls sat at a table, with maids beside them serving tea attentively. On the right, mid- to high-tier second-floor girls took up two large tables, playing with their costly Rouge and Face Powder. In the center, with Liu Liwa at the front, first-floor girls filled four tables, and other helpers crowded by. Though a weaker group, they had the numbers.

Yang Xiaosi stood awkwardly—he tried to sit with the second-floor girls but wasn’t welcomed. He wanted to join the first-floor side but it wasn’t his place anymore. Finally, he just squatted near the entrance, looking utterly pitiful.

Before long, the young masters and ladies from the Backyard arrived. Even without seats, they stood behind Liu Liwa’s big group on their own, growing the crowd bigger yet again. For grass is always abundant.

The three big bosses sat opposite everyone. Wang Meng scowled like a murderous fiend. Shen Zuijin gave a fake smile that barely hid hostility. Wu Liniang looked expressionless, vague as fog, unreadable and mysterious.

The girls focused on their own things, avoiding them where possible. They felt both respect and fear for the aura being given off, only Liu Liwa was different. He let his gaze wander over Wu Liniang and Shen Zuijin, openly sweeping lower slowly. Even though the table blocked it, Shen Zuijin couldn’t help tightening her legs, while Wu Liniang felt an awkward itch in her backside.

“Ahem…” Liu Liwa’s stare felt like ants crawling all over her body. Wu Liniang finally cracked and cleared her throat softly. “We gathered you here today to discuss yesterday’s incident. Plus, there are matters we must handle—you all should brace for it, right?”