HRPM – Chapter 410 Exotic Woman

There was no doubt that Jin Luoluo’s remark was her way of boasting that she had far better taste and class than the likes of Yang Ruoyao and Haitang.

“You really think you’re something special, don’t you? As if everyone is supposed to like you.”

Xiao Che could only swallow his frustration.

The truth was, the image in his own mind had also been of Jin Luoluo dancing that night.

But if he admitted it aloud, she would undoubtedly laugh at him again.

He wasn’t about to walk straight into that trap.

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The auction soon drew to a close.

Jin Luoluo emerged as the evening’s biggest winner.

She held the contracts of sale for more than twenty beautiful women in her hands, yet had spent no more than thirty thousand taels of silver.

Meanwhile, other wealthy patrons often spent eighteen thousand taels or more just to purchase a single courtesan. No one had managed to buy them as cheaply as she had.

Jin Luoluo grinned from ear to ear.

It wasn’t that she particularly cared about the money. What delighted her was squeezing every possible advantage out of those ruthless brothel madams who made fortunes exploiting others.

The sense of achievement was incomparable.

She even felt like a heroine who had just done a great deed.

“Last to appear is a young woman from the Snow Tribe,” the madam announced. “Her skin is as white as the snow atop the Heavenly Mountains, but her personality is fiery and passionate—like a little wild beast born from the snow. She’s absolutely fascinating. And she’s still an untouched maiden in every sense of the word. Bring her out!”

At the madam’s command, the last young woman was escorted onto the stage.

Men naturally found women from foreign lands mysterious and alluring. The rarer they were, the more desirable they became.

Many of the guests widened their eyes in eager anticipation.

A woman dressed in fiery red was shoved onto the stage.

Beneath her gauzy robes, her skin was dazzlingly white. She possessed delicate, attractive features, but her eyes burned with wildness and undisguised hatred.

Her hands and feet were bound, and a silk cloth had been stuffed into her mouth.

At a glance, it was obvious she had been forced into the brothel against her will.

The untamed spirit within her had clearly not yet been broken.

The moment she appeared, men immediately began shouting out bids.

Gentle, seductive beauties were plentiful.

A woman with such untamed, rebellious spirit, however, was exceedingly rare.

That made her even more sought after.

But the instant the young woman stepped onto the stage, the usually composed Xiao Luo’s expression changed.

Shock and heartache were written plainly across his face.

The intensity of his emotions was so obvious that even those around him could sense it.

“Seventeenth Uncle,” someone asked in surprise, “what’s wrong? Do you know that young woman?”