Quick Transmigration: After Fake Death, All the Protagonists I Flirted With Went Crazy

Chapter 229 Ingratitude and Deceit (Ying Han's Side Story)

Ying Lian was thus tricked and deceived into staying in the brothel.

When the madam in the building saw Ying Lian bringing someone in, her face stiffened. She stepped forward to help Han Shu, but Han Shu gave her a look.

The madam's raised hand froze, she stepped back, and in an instant, her haughty expression returned.

"Han Shu, how did you hurt your leg? You're not popular with the guests to begin with, and now you can't serve them at all."

Han Shu lowered her eyes, clutching Ying Lian's sleeve, her lips pursed, looking utterly pitiful.

"Mom, I know."

The madam, seeing the leading actors in her establishment, had no choice but to cooperate.

She arrogantly raised her nail polished with nail polish, "Then you can't entertain guests. We don't keep idle people in our establishment. What are we going to do? Are we going to let you eat and drink for free?"

Han Shu pursed her lips, which trembled like a small white flower that had been ravaged, both cute and pitiful.

"Mom, could you give me two more days? I'll make it up to you once I've recovered."

The madam yawned lightly and continued to act for her master, "You're not likable to begin with, and it's already difficult enough for you to make up for the lack of these past two days."

"Could it be that this young master will make up for it for you? I never realized you had such charm!"

As she spoke, the madam cast a teasing glance at Ying Lian, scrutinizing him from head to toe.

Behind them, a group of scantily clad women chimed in, "Yes, we didn't even get to spend a night with this young master, but Han Shu stole the show from us."

"Yes, that young master was quite virtuous just now, but now he has come back on his own initiative. I didn't expect Han Shu to be so charming."

"Yes, yes."

"..."

"..."

Hearing these words, Han Shu lowered his eyes and did not utter a word of rebuttal. His body trembled slightly, and he gripped Ying Lian's sleeve even tighter.

Although he was the senior disciple of Medicine King Valley, Ying Lian's martial arts skills were the worst in the valley.

He had been causing trouble since he was a child, and his junior brothers always protected him.

Medicine King Valley, Medicine King Valley, in the end, only he inherited his master's mantle.

Each and every one of them was extremely barbaric.

No one has ever relied on him.

Talking too much brings tears to my eyes.

Now, a delicate beauty has come who needs his protection, and Ying Lian's heroic spirit rises from the bottom of his heart.

He raised his hand to shield Han Shu behind him, "This young master was injured because of me, so naturally I have to take responsibility. Until he recovers, consider it as me taking care of this young master, how about that?"

At this point, Ying Lian felt a little embarrassed.

He had never been to a brothel before, and on his first visit, he even booked a private room.

Even though it's just an excuse, it still makes people feel a little uncomfortable.

The brothel madam's teasing expression froze; she didn't know how to continue the act.

Han Shu hid behind Ying Lian and gave him a "keep going" look.

The madam coughed twice, maintaining her identity as a heartless mother, "Since this young master has said so, then let's pay for these three days first."

Ying Lian nodded and rummaged through his bag.

Ok?

Where are his banknotes?

It's over.

Ying Lian put all the medicine bottles on the table and turned the bag upside down, but still couldn't find any silver notes.

His face stiffened, and he looked somewhat embarrassed.

"Could you grant me two more days?"

The madam was about to give in, but then she saw Han Shu shake his head behind her.

He gritted his teeth and insisted, "No, not a penny less of the money that is due."

Ying Lian seemed somewhat troubled and helpless.

Han Shu seemed to see his predicament and gently tugged at Ying Lian's sleeve. "Young Master, there's no need to worry about me. I'm fine."

The person, who was as cold and aloof as ice and snow, spoke words that were exceptionally gentle, making Ying Lian's heart melt.

He gritted his teeth, took off the golden crown from his head, and handed it to the madam. "How many days can this gold-inlaid jade crown be used as collateral?"

The madam glanced at him twice, her eyes practically fixed on him.

Wow, look at the intricate craftsmanship on this golden crown, and the exquisite white jade—it's so precious!

Han Shu also straightened up, raised an eyebrow at the golden crown, and held up three fingers.

The madam understood immediately.

She took the gold crown with a beaming smile. "Oh, not bad. It's just hard to cash in. There are plenty of girls in our building, so we don't really need it."

This crown is good, but it can only last for three days. After three days, whether to continue wearing it will be discussed then.

The madam smiled, held the golden crown in both hands, waved her hand, and led a large group of people away in a grand procession.

"Sisters, let's not disturb this young master's enjoyment, let's go."

A group of women surrounded the exquisite golden crown, praising it as they walked away.

Seeing this, Ying Lian breathed a sigh of relief. "Young Master, it's alright. I will do my best to heal your injuries in the coming days."

Han Shu pursed her lips, pondered for a moment, then suddenly looked up, her eyes filled with tears, and stammered, "Young Master, why would you go to such lengths for someone as unlikable as me? I'm just a person from a brothel, it's not worth it."

Seeing the beauty weeping, Ying Lian was at a loss for what to do. "Oh, you, don't cry, it's alright. You're such a good person. Once I contact my junior brother, I'll redeem you right away. Don't cry."

The young man, not yet twenty, bent over, holding up both hands, wanting to comfort someone, but unsure where to place them.

They were completely at a loss.

Han Shu lowered his head, but was secretly observing the person in front of him. Seeing his bewildered look, he couldn't help but chuckle softly.

She wiped away the tears that had been forced from the corners of her eyes, looking at Ying Lian with a completely admiring expression, "Really, really?"

Seeing that the person had stopped sobbing, Ying Lian quickly assured them, "That's natural."

A smile flashed in Han Shu's eyes, and at the opportune moment, he stumbled and fell onto Ying Lian.

"Thank you very much, sir."

The beauty's voice was soft, like a feather stirring the young man's heart.

Beneath my palms was a thin layer of summer clothing, yet the skin temperature radiating through it felt inexplicably scalding.

The young man in red secretly blushed, his ears burning even more intensely than the sunlight outside.

Han Shu smiled, pressed half of his body against Ying Lian, and pressed himself even closer to her.

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Ying Lian settled down in the building. In his eyes, Han Shu was a delicate and frail beauty who was in poor health and was ostracized by the other people in the building.

He naturally had to take extra care of her.

Seeing Han Shu coughing while leaning against the headboard, he could only bring the foot-washing water to Han Shu.

He poured his own prepared medicinal powder into hot water and said, "Ahan, your hands and feet are always cold. You need to take good care of them. This is a medicinal powder I prepared myself. It can help relax muscles and improve blood circulation."

Despite being just a teenager, she spoke to Han Shu like an old mother, instructing him on his diet and daily life. "And this medicinal diet, I've tried it many times. The medicinal taste isn't too strong. You're not well and you're always coughing. Every medicine has some toxicity, so a gentle, nourishing method is the best."

As he spoke, Ying Lian handed a bowl of hot soup to Han Shu.

The steam in front of him blurred the boy's face, making Han Shu feel a pang of sadness.

He lowered his eyes, his fingers unconsciously clenching the corner of the blanket. "Why is the young master so kind to me?"

His habit of feeling cold all over his body is a result of being thrown into an ice cave when he was a child.

Han Shu was too lazy to bother with it.

For him, living one day at a time is all he needs to do.

There was never any attachment to it.

But now, he has actually begun to cherish this tenderness.

That silly boy.

That's incredibly stupid.

Without hesitation, Ying Lian said, "I told you I would heal your injuries."

The boy's eyes were bright and clear, filled with a gentle smile.

The waves are shimmering.

The three souls and seven spirits of Han Shu were shaken away.

This was the first time he wanted to leave something behind.

He wanted to control Ying Lian.

Even if the scorching sun burned a hole in his icy palm, he wouldn't care.

Han Shu lowered his eyes, sipping the warm soup, his eyes filled with a deep, dark mist.