HRPM – Chapter 54 Counter-Teasing (1)

Xiao Yu didn’t dare say another word.

“Hmph, Jin Luoluo, we’re leaving.” Xiao Che curled his lips into a smug smile and dragged Jin Luoluo out of the brothel.

The moment Jin Luoluo saw that same horse again, her heart panicked—wasn’t everything she just ate going to come back up?

No way was she getting on that horse, even if it killed her.

“Since our date is over for today, I’ll just head back myself. Bye-bye, jinx.”

Without waiting for his reply, Jin Luoluo made a quick getaway.

But Xiao Che grabbed her by the collar, tossed her onto the horse, and said, “I’m not done playing yet. And you made me lose face just now—do you think I’ll let you off so easily?”

“You cheapskate, wasn’t it just one sentence about taking you to a brothel? Do you really have to stay mad this long? Your heart is way too small,” Jin Luoluo said as she quickly lay flat, hugging the horse’s neck.

This crazy horse was just like its owner—temperamental and always tormenting her.

Xiao Che mounted another horse and snorted coldly. “Seems like you still don’t know what you did wrong. Flirting with your future brother-in-law right in front of your future husband—no wonder a merchant’s daughter has no sense of propriety.”

Hearing this, Jin Luoluo glared at him angrily.

Xiao Che watched leisurely, waiting to see how she would argue back.

“Flirting? That’s what you call flirting? I was building a good relationship with my future in-laws, okay? Networking is the shortcut to success—don’t you understand that? And what do you mean a merchant’s daughter has no shame? You can insult my father, but you can’t insult me, Jin Luoluo.”

Xiao Che nearly choked on his own breath.

He had thought she would righteously say, ‘You can insult me, but not my father.’

But Jin Luoluo always spoke in such an unusual way.

“Why can’t I insult you?”

“To judge a man’s taste, you look at the wife he chooses. If you insult your own wife, you’re insulting your own taste. If you don’t even trust your own taste, then you’re a truly pitiful man.”

Xiao Che narrowed his eyes. “Who’s pitiful—you’ll find out soon enough.”

Using a whistle, Xiao Che directed the horse beneath Jin Luoluo. The horse immediately began spinning in circles, faster and faster.

At first, Jin Luoluo didn’t say anything. But after ten spins, she became dizzy—everything around her blurred and spun wildly.