Madmen don't keep diaries

Chapter 398 397 Fang Youliu's Concerns
That person is so mean; they always bring up the very thing they don't want to talk about.

Zhao Mumu thought resentfully to herself.

The two people in the private room stared at each other.

Feng Xiuhu kept pressing the large bump on her head, asking her all sorts of questions, from what weapon she was hit with to how she was hit, before finally casually remarking, "Little Zhao, I don't think your cultivation is up to par. Can you handle the job of a bodyguard?"

Zhao Mumu, suppressing her anger, patiently explained, "I was ambushed."

Feng Xiuhu had been laying the groundwork for a while, waiting for this moment to get information out of him. He glanced sideways and asked casually, "A dignified cultivator like you is afraid of being ambushed? Which temple do you come from?"

Zhao Mumu, unsuspecting, replied, "The Temple of Marriage."

Feng Xiuhu feigned sudden realization: "The Temple of Marriage, speaking of which, I have an acquaintance in Fancheng who also works at the Temple of Marriage. You know Wu..."

Before he could finish speaking, footsteps suddenly sounded behind him.

Zhao Mumu turned around and saw Xu Liansheng being supported by Shunzi.

She rushed forward: "Madam, what's wrong?"

Feng Xiuhu also looked over at this moment, and Xu Liansheng naturally let go of Shunzi's arm and leaned against Zhao Mumu.

"It's nothing, I just tripped and twisted my ankle."

Xu Liansheng waved her hand and pointed to the wooden box on the cabinet next to her: "I was just talking to Third Master about this magic artifact."

She said to Feng Xiuhu, "This gun is not equipped with ammunition. Second Master and Third Master are new here and probably don't know where to get it. Why don't I do it for Third Master and get him some?"

What else is there to say? Feng Xiuhu nodded on the spot: "Liansheng, you are so thoughtful. Then I'll leave this to you. When I come over for a meal later, you can bring it to me at the same time."

Xu Liansheng smiled and agreed.

The auction had ended, and the guests were gradually leaving.

Xu Liansheng was in a hurry to go back and apply medicine because of her injury, so she also said goodbye.

The four of them walked out of the auction house and helped Xu Liansheng and Zhao Mumu onto the carriage.

Xu Liansheng lifted the curtain and said to the two men, "Second Master, Third Master, the road is slippery at night, please walk carefully."

Feng Xiuhu seized the opportunity: "Since the road is difficult to travel, why don't you give us a ride—after all, you have a car."

Xu Liansheng was caught off guard and chuckled awkwardly, saying, "This... it's late at night and I'm a widow... if someone sees me, it might ruin Second Master's reputation."

She was politely declining by defaming herself, and Feng Xiuhu's actions were indeed inappropriate.

But Feng Xiuhu was a man of loose tongues; he said whatever came to mind.

He nodded and said, "Yes, what you said makes sense. I understand. After all, there's always gossip around a widow's house. I do need to be careful, otherwise, if I become famous later, it'll be easy for them to dig up my dirty secrets."

Shunzi secretly tugged at Feng Xiuhu and whispered, "Brother, what are you saying?"

Feng Xiuhu turned to look at him—Master Feng had noticed long ago that Shunzi had been acting strangely ever since he went to the toilet with Xu Liansheng. He hadn't said a single coherent word from beginning to end, either keeping his head down and remaining silent or lost in thought.

Feeling guilty under his gaze, Shunzi glanced to the side and whispered, "The talent gave us a gift, so please give them some face."

After glancing at the wooden box in Shunzi's arms, Feng Xiuhu felt that what he said made sense.

He then waved to Xu Liansheng, "Alright, we'll go back ourselves, you can leave first."

Xu Liansheng knew that Shunzi had come to her rescue, so she turned her head to look at Shunzi and said, "Third Master."

Shunzi responded and looked up to meet Xu Liansheng's gaze.

Under the cover of night, her face was still flushed from the alcohol.

Stared at like that, Shunzi felt as if his tongue was tied in knots, unable to even utter a "take care." Xu Liansheng, however, smiled and said, "Third Master, take care."

As the carriage gradually drove away, Shunzi stared at the end of the street for a long time, unable to come back to his senses.

Feng Xiuhu silently peeked out from the side, stood on tiptoe, and blew a breath into Shunzi's ear.

Shunzi instinctively shrank his neck and turned to look at him: "Brother, what are you doing?"

Feng Xiuhu stared at him suspiciously until Shunzi felt completely humiliated before asking, "Did she ask you for money when she went to the restroom?"

Shunzi's heart, which had been in her throat, instantly settled back down. She quickly waved her hand and said, "Nothing of the sort!"

Feng Xiuhu breathed a sigh of relief: "That's good. I thought she owed you money because you looked so reluctant to part with her."

……

When he got home, Fang Youliu was still awake.

Hearing the door open, Fang Youliu, who was sitting in the rattan chair, put down his newspaper and turned his gaze over.

Feng Xiuhu gestured with his chin at him: "Aren't you going to work tomorrow?"

Fang Youliu yawned and replied, "I have to go to work, but I can't sleep soundly if I don't see you all come back with my own eyes."

Feng Xiuhu was not happy: "What kind of talk is that? It's as if we're bound to get into trouble just by going out—we're going to participate in the auction, not to rob rich people."

Shunzi was stunned when she heard this—you know what, it almost really was true.

Fang Youliu had already seen the wooden box in Shunzi's arms and laughed, "Wow, it really wasn't a waste of time. Looks like you've gained something."

Feng Xiuhu took off his trench coat and hung it on the pole by the door, grinning from ear to ear: "Not only did we make some gains, we also made a new friend—guess which important person it is?"

Fang Youliu, of course, couldn't guess, so he told Feng Xiuhu to just say it.

Feng Xiuhu was overjoyed. He put his hands on his hips and said, "Xu Liansheng! Madam Xu! The boss who has no fish to eat—tell me if my trick of turning an enemy into a friend was brilliant or not?"

Fang Youliu, who was chatting and laughing with Feng Xiuhu just a moment ago, suddenly frowned: "Madam Xu? How did you get involved with her?"

Feng Xiuhu, unaware of what was happening, pointed to the wooden box that Shunzi had just put down: "Not only did we establish a connection, but all of this was a gift from her—over a hundred gold pillars! Apart from the entrance fee, we didn't spend a single penny of our own money."

"I didn't say that."

Fang Youliu waved his hand, gesturing for Feng Xiuhu to sit down, and then said seriously, "I think it's not a good thing for you to get involved with her now."

Before Feng Xiuhu could even ask, Shunzi suddenly interjected, "What do you mean by that?"

Fang Youliu turned around and saw Shunzi standing at the kitchen door, holding a glass of water and glaring at him.

Fang Youliu explained: "Didn't I tell you? The government is currently arguing with the foreigners over the shipyard, and this Madam Xu has a very close relationship with the government—you should be able to see that from what happened last night, the police are just using the excuse of 'no fish to eat' to deliberately sow discord among the foreigners!"

"Aren't you afraid of getting involved with her at this time?"

Fang Youliu pointed to the top of his head: "This matter involves the government office. To put it more broadly, it's a struggle between the Grand Duke and the President. Could there be a bigger problem in Qianyu City than this?"

Feng Xiuhu thought Fang Youliu's words made a lot of sense, and nodded thoughtfully: "Actually, our relationship with her isn't that close... We've only known each other for one night, how deep can our friendship be?"

thump.

A water glass is placed on the table in front of me.

Shunzi's voice rang out above the two of them: "This isn't about whether we're on good terms or not, it's just that what you're talking about has absolutely nothing to do with Sister Asheng."

(End of this chapter)