HRPM – Chapter 50 Three Men and One Woman Visit a Brothel (2)

He secretly found it astonishing—the woman was not only unusual, but also very clever. Even his fourth brother had been toyed with by her.

“Hmph, daring to make a fool of me? I’m going to see just what kind of woman she is.”

Xiao Yu felt indignant. In this world, aside from that Jin Luoluo who had once bullied him, no one had ever dared to toy with him.

And now, another woman had appeared who dared to mess with him.

He was determined to see who she was.

Xiao Yu stormed aggressively toward Jin Luoluo’s private room.

With a kick, he burst the door open and swaggered in, cursing loudly, “Which bastard dared call me an idiot? Get out here—”

The two people inside both turned to look at him.

Xiao Yu’s arrogant words got stuck in his throat.

“A pile of gold?”

“Not human?”

Jin Luoluo and Xiao Yu spoke at the same time, shouting at each other. The moment the words left their mouths, both their faces darkened.

“Second Brother, Fourth Brother, what are you doing here?”

Xiao Che asked in confusion, his gaze shifting from Xiao Yu to Xiao Yan, a glint of calculation flashing in his eyes.

When had Xiao Yu gotten so close to Xiao Yan, that they would even come drinking together at a brothel?

“Third Brother, I should be asking you that. Weren’t you out on a date with ‘A Heap of Gold’? How did your date end up in a brothel?” Xiao Yu deftly changed the subject.

Xiao Yan, ever good-tempered, smoothed things over. “Since we’ve run into each other, let’s sit together and talk.”

The four of them moved back to the private room Xiao Yu had reserved.

“Hey, ‘A Heap of Gold,’ why are you eating like a starving wolf pouncing on a sheep? Didn’t you eat in your past life?”

Ever since Jin Luoluo saw the table full of delicious food, she hadn’t said a word, fully focused on devouring everything in front of her.

Seeing her finish three bowls of rice in such a short time, Xiao Yu’s jaw nearly dropped.

This Jin Luoluo had an enormous appetite—he had never seen a noble lady eat more than one bowl.

And her table manners were far too casual, completely lacking the refinement expected of a young lady.

“Jin Luoluo, slow down! What kind of behavior is this?” Xiao Che said, seeing her still chewing a piece of meat while her chopsticks kept reaching for more dishes without pause.

She looked like a starving ghost reincarnated—utterly lacking in decorum. How could his future princess consort be someone like this?

She had been so graceful and composed in the imperial hall before—how had she turned into a completely different person in the blink of an eye, without a trace of that former elegance and beauty?