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Chapter 167: Caught in bed
An Shangbin was about to leave when he said that.

How could Lady You let him go? Wearing only a bodice and underpants, she got off the chaise longue, ran a few steps, hugged An Shangbin's waist, knelt on the ground, and begged him in a coquettish manner.

"Brother Bin, now that you're gone, what will become of You Niang all alone?"

An Shangbin gently stroked her high, firm breasts and coaxed, "Good girl, I'll definitely satisfy you properly next time."

Lady You wouldn't let go, rubbing her full breasts against An Shangbin's inner thigh.

An Shangbin gritted his teeth, about to push away the clingy You Niangzi, when he heard You Niangzi say, "If Brother Bin is worried about being discovered by his classmates, let's go back to Xinghua Lane."

An Shangbin's breathing became increasingly heavy.

The servant boy kept stealing glances at Madam You with his shifty eyes. Hearing this, he advised, "Madam You is right. Even if the servant boy from the Zhang family knows this restaurant, he doesn't know Xinghua Lane."

“As long as we leave, the Zhang family won’t be able to find any fault with the young master.”

Normally, An Shangbin would never take the slightest risk of being discovered, but today, for some reason, he felt dizzy and lightheaded, as if a fire was burning brighter and brighter in his heart, until it consumed all his usual caution.

"Let's go to Xinghua Lane!"

The servant loudly agreed and trotted off to rent a carriage. Urged on by the servant, the coachman whipped the horse and sped the carriage to Xinghua Lane.

Having endured the ordeal until they reached Madam You's house, An Shangbin seemed oblivious to the shocked gazes of the coachman and those around him. He kicked open the door, picked Madam You up, and strode into the house.

"Ha, what did I say? That slut dresses up all seductively just to seduce men."

“But, but that man looks younger than Lady You.”

"So what if she's young?" the middle-aged woman laughed loudly. "As long as her thing isn't small, it's fine!"

These words were so blunt that the newly arrived young wife blushed with embarrassment.

On the other side, upon hearing the servant's report, Zhang Hengzhi immediately led his men to the Apricot Blossom Room on the second floor of the Drunken Immortal Pavilion. They found the room in disarray, with only two waiters cleaning up.

Zhang Hengzhi was furious. "Where is he?"

"Who are you looking for, sir?" the cleaning staff asked solicitously.

"The guests in this private room!"

"Oh, they checked out and left a while ago."

Zhang Hengzhi missed his target, kicked the servant to the ground, turned around and went downstairs to ask, "Manager, who booked the Xinghua Room today?"

The friendly-looking shopkeeper was also very gentle, saying, "Please forgive me, sir, this is a matter of customer privacy, and our shop really cannot disclose it."

"You bastard!" Zhang Hengzhi pointed at the shopkeeper's nose and cursed, "Do you know who I am?"

"Please forgive my poor eyesight, sir."

The servant boy, who had followed him down with a limp, hurriedly said, "My young master is the Crown Princess's brother-in-law!"

"So it's Young Master Zhang," the shopkeeper exclaimed in realization.

Zhang Hengzhi raised his head. "Now you can tell me, right?"

The shopkeeper shook his head decisively, "Please forgive me, Young Master Zhang."

"Fine, fine, fine!" Zhang Hengzhi laughed angrily. "You just wait!" The shopkeeper watched Zhang Hengzhi's furious back with a smile and said loudly, "This humble servant will be here to welcome Young Master Zhang back again."

The waiter who witnessed the whole thing was very worried. "Boss, we've offended the young master of the Zhang family. I'm afraid business will be difficult in the future."

"We weren't planning on continuing anyway," the shopkeeper urged, "Go and clean the entire Xinghua Room from top to bottom quickly," he added in a low voice, "especially the incense burner."

"Don't worry, boss, I'll take the incense burner apart, clean it thoroughly, and put it back together," the waiter said jokingly before scurrying upstairs to help with the cleaning.

"I wonder if things are going smoothly in Xinghua Lane," the shopkeeper muttered, though his body was still behind the counter calculating on the abacus, his mind had already wandered off.

In Xinghua Lane, a middle-aged woman moved her small stool closer to the shade of a tree. "How long has it been? Is it still not over?"

"It's only been a quarter of an hour," another middle-aged woman said, keeping track of the time. "Young men have a lot of energy; they probably won't stop for at least half an hour."

The middle-aged woman curled her lip, thinking, "That slut surnamed You got off easy."

Suddenly, a dozen or so burly men dressed in hemp clothing strode toward them.

The middle-aged woman squinted at the man leading the way, finding him increasingly familiar, yet unable to place him. It wasn't until the man kicked open the door to Madam You's house that she suddenly realized who he was:
Isn't that the man who left You Niangzi more than ten years ago?
There's something good to watch now!

The middle-aged woman slapped her thigh, picked up her small stool, and moved with her fellow spectators to the best viewing spot. Ignoring the scorching sun, she excitedly craned her neck to look across the street.

The servant, who was leisurely enjoying the cool shade under the big tree, was startled by the loud noise of the door being kicked open. He sat up instantly, and before he could react, the men barged into the courtyard like bandits.

The servant sprang up from the recliner. "Who gave you permission to come in? Breaking into a private residence in broad daylight! Be careful, or the authorities will throw you all in jail."

The man at the front sneered, "What a joke! I'm just going home. What reason do the authorities have to arrest me?"

"But you," the man grabbed the servant's collar, "why are you in my house?"

The servant opened his eyes wide in horror, "You, you're Lady You's!"

"I'm her man!" The man punched the servant in the face. "You're just the dog that guards the door for that adulterous couple?"

The servant's front teeth were knocked out, but he dared not shout loudly and stammered, unable to utter a word.

"Brother, why are you arguing with a watchdog?" the man behind him shouted. "Break into the house, tie up that adulterous couple, either drown them or parade them through the streets. We have to get revenge today!"

The man thought it made sense, so he casually tossed the servant to his brothers behind him and rushed into the room first. He stepped over the clothes scattered on the floor and rushed to the bed, separating the two who were still making love with one hand each.

An Shangbin was in the middle of a great time when suddenly someone grabbed his arm from behind and lifted him up, angrily saying, "Have you got some nerve, daring to ruin my good time?"

"I bet you've got some nerve, you pretty boy! You dare touch my woman!" The man shoved An Shangbin to the ground. "You're still a kid at heart, and you've already learned to steal other people's wives!"

The men who followed behind laughed loudly.

"Hahaha, with such delicate skin, I'd believe it if you told me she was a male prostitute at the Nanfeng Pavilion!"

"That's right, just look at her, she could easily become a top courtesan!"

An Shangbin, naked, fell to the ground. The pain and humiliation he felt were forgotten after hearing the man's words. He asked incredulously, "You, you are You Niang's husband?"

The man didn't bother to say another word to An Shangbin, and turned around to curse, "You slut! I'm not even dead yet, and you dare to cheat on me!"

Having anticipated this, Lady You secretly put on her undergarments, slid to her knees, and hugged the man's waist, crying out, "I'm innocent, my husband! I was forced!"

(End of this chapter)