USWHC -Chapter 330 Fooling, Then Continuing to Fool (Part 10)

“Master, are you leaving?”

Stuffed with food and money in hand, Old Zhu immediately felt the urge to retreat. His legs wobbled as he stood up unsteadily—clearly he had drunk quite a bit!

“Yes… yes, time to… to head back!” Old Zhu slurred.

A brothel attendant quickly came over, supporting him: “Take care on your way!” Saying this, he guided him toward the exit.

But just as they reached the hall, Old Zhu suddenly stopped. “Ah, my family!”

Before he could finish, the attendant hurriedly interjected: “Don’t worry! We’ll take good care of them! They’re part of our family now too!”

Hearing this, Old Zhu felt something odd but, drunk as he was, he couldn’t process it fully. He sighed and muttered, “My family…”

“Yes, we understand. You also have a sick young son waiting at home. We won’t keep you any longer!” the attendant quickly continued, escorting him outward.

“A young son?” Old Zhu grew increasingly confused.

“Weren’t you thinking of selling yourself because your youngest son at home is seriously ill?” the attendant said, looking at him with sympathy.

Hearing that, Old Zhu feigned realization: “Oh… yes, yes, I do have a young son!”

Though he said it aloud, he didn’t actually think that way. In his mind, this was just an excuse added by Zhu Jie. Look at that—a truly skilled con artist, and wasted talent at that! Old Zhu couldn’t help but sigh deeply.

Seeing his continuous sighs, the attendant assumed he was heartbroken thinking of his son. He let out a long sigh as well: “Ah, if there weren’t difficulties, who would think of selling their children?”

By now, the two had reached the door—but suddenly, several burly men rushed out from the building, surrounding Old Zhu in an instant.

“Grab him!” came a shrill scream from behind—ah, it was the madam shouting! What was going on?

She dashed out of the building and yelled to the men, “Chase him! Bring that little bitch back to me!”

Who had run off? Old Zhu, still dazed, was suddenly snatched up by one of the burly men as easily as an eagle catching a chick.

“Hey! Hey! Hey, what are you doing? Let me go!” Old Zhu shouted, confused.

But in the next moment, a sharp smack landed on his face. “Ah! You’re hitting me?!” His face swelled instantly—half of his drunkenness vanished in an instant.

“You big liar! Daring to trick your aunt? Playing games with me?” The madam’s voice was shrill as a crow’s caw, and all the aunties inside quickly gathered around.

“Who… who are you?” Old Zhu was utterly bewildered.

“You little daughter of yours!” the madam spat venomously.

“Her? Didn’t we sell her to you?” Old Zhu asked, surprised.

The madam smacked him again. “Stop playing dumb! Tell me, did you plan to run away all along?!”

“No?!” Old Zhu mumbled in confusion, trying to protest.

The attendant looked curious and asked, “Mom, who ran away?”

“The one we just bought today! Her most beautiful daughter knocked out one of my men and ran off!” The madam cursed angrily. “I thought things were going too smoothly. Such a beautiful girl, and yet she tries to escape this way! Turns out she got a con artist!”

Indeed, they had encountered a con artist—but the good news was, the con artist hadn’t actually run away!

“Huh? Zhu Jie ran off?” Old Zhu was equally shocked. He felt everything had been going too smoothly. How could such a sharp-tongued girl willingly sell herself? Had he been tricked again?

Suddenly, panic struck him—his wife and daughter were still inside! This time, Old Zhu was completely sober.