My Wife Is The Final Boss-Chapter 870 - 484: Perfect Integration (Double - , Part 2)

Chapter 870: Chapter 484: Perfect Integration (Double Chapter, Part 2)

"..."

Feeling the warmth in her hands and the faint scent of rouge from the brothel courtesan beside her, Shi Qingjun blinked.

Was she being held hands?

She didn’t quite understand, but she supposed... it must have been a long time since she’d interacted with anyone, so it should still be quite an important matter?

But Shi Qingjun didn’t care about these things.

Yet, she somewhat knew that if the Lord of Qing Province was seen holding hands with a courtesan at this moment, it would cause quite a stir.

The esteemed Chaoyun Qiankun is here, holding hands with a courtesan... there should be nothing stranger under the heavens right now.

——

At this moment, Ah Qing, holding the girl’s face to gently cover her tear-swollen eyes with an eyebrow pencil, suddenly blinked.

"...?"

For some reason, she suddenly felt... not so great.

"Ms. Qing, what’s wrong?" The yellow-clad girl, being cared for, asked with a flushed face.

"Nothing, just you... swollen eyes from crying, try to hold it in." Ah Qing said helplessly.

"It’s fine... I love shedding these pearls, the sisters all know." The yellow-clad girl hesitated for a moment and said, "Ms. Qing, are you... not feeling down?"

"Me? Why would I feel down?" Ah Qing shook her head, she was now just waiting to perform a dance when the banquet began.

"Sister likes the Young Master..." The yellow-clad girl whispered, "I heard them say Pingniang is eating the supper prepared by the Young Master now."

She didn’t think Ah Qing wouldn’t want to taste it, but Ah Qing’s status wasn’t high, and her poor relationships meant she couldn’t play in the banquet hall with the other girls, so she could only apply cosmetics here.

No matter how you think about it, she should feel down.

"What you said does seem a bit of a pity." Ah Qing thought she indeed wanted to try it.

"Isn’t it..." The yellow-clad girl’s thoughts darkened.

"Why are you feeling guilty?" Ah Qing looked at the guilty-looking girl, somewhat helpless.

Unable to eat the Young Master’s supper, what was this girl feeling guilty about? Sometimes she truly didn’t understand these worldly girls’ thought processes.

She couldn’t comprehend.

"Sister, aren’t you planning to go to the banquet hall? Just take a look... playing some clever cards with them is also nice." The yellow-clad girl cautiously suggested, "Even if the atmosphere might be a bit awkward at first, still, Ms. Qing should adapt."

"Play cards? Not impossible." Ah Qing shook her head, "But I don’t know how to play, I’d be a wet blanket."

"Then... I’ll teach Sister later."

"Alright."

Lightly stroking the girl’s delicate eyebrows with her fingers, Ah Qing couldn’t help but smile.

Qiankun Realm?

The Qiankun Realm is now beneath the Abyss Sea.

Currently, she is simply Ah Qing.

——

Banquet Hall.

As Shi Qingjun approached, she saw the crisp sound of clattering coming from the square table and blinked.

Clever cards, huh.

She only glanced briefly and completely understood its meaning, it’s just a pastime for the girls, a sort of gambling tool.

Betting?

She hadn’t tried it, though she didn’t believe in the saying about small bets being healthy, looking at girls with tags on their faces, she understood it was indeed for amusement.

Without even playing for silver coins, it’s hard to define it as a ’gambling tool.’

"Sister, have a look." The woman seated Shi Qingjun and handed some exquisite wooden cards to her, asking, "Want to try?"

Shi Qingjun glanced at the high table.

The woman said, "Pingniang is still dining, she eats so slowly like grinding beans... we have time to wait until she’s finished before the banquet starts."

Meanwhile, a woman nearby, with a tone of jealousy, echoed with muttering, "Yes, yes, she always eats slowly, and today the Young Master himself cooked, she’s... she’s just eating alone, oh I say... she should be called down to join us for cards."

"Alright, alright, don’t be rude in front of the girl, sounding like a grievance wife." Someone lightly coughed, looking a bit embarrassed at Shi Qingjun, "Made you laugh."

"It’s fine." Shi Qingjun asked, "Does the Pingniang you speak of also like to play this card game?"

"She knows, just doesn’t win much, not good at playing." Someone said.

Shi Qingjun nodded.

So, Tong Jun even has the mood to play this, huh.

Seems...

In reclaiming the mind of a woman, Zhu Tongjun has surpassed her.

As for saying Zhu Pingniang isn’t good at playing, Shi Qingjun just smiled, knowing Zhu Pingniang was merely treating herself like an ordinary girl to play with them.

If she did, she would deliberately maintain the level of an ordinary girl... so if it were her, she would lose too.

Just...

Shi Qingjun suddenly found it strange.

From her arrival, the girls kept glancing at her lower abdomen, not sure what they were looking at.

"Cough." Several girls who were eating all noticed the surprise in each other’s eyes.

The sister before them ate so much, yet her lower abdomen remained flat... where did she eat it all?

Honestly asking, if they ate as much, they would probably begin loosening their belts, if not looking like they were with child given their weak bodies.

"Cough. So, sister wants to try, huh."

"I don’t know these." Shi Qingjun said.

"Sister is so interesting, I asked if you wanted, yet you respond... can you?" The woman laughed covering her face.

Shi Qingjun, hearing this, seriously glanced at the woman before her, and smiled, "Can you teach me?"

"Of course, this is very simple, let me teach you, Sister." The woman said, beginning to explain the rules to Shi Qingjun, during which someone said, "Sister, we usually play with silver coins, but since it’s your first time, we won’t use money."

Play is merely play, for excitement, touching money changes its taste.

"All fine." Shi Qingjun nodded.

The woman continued, "We’ll use paper slips as silver coins as we’ve always done."

"Paper slips?" Shi Qingjun tilted her head.

——

When Xu Chang’an carried a plate of crystal-clear shrimp dumplings while passing through the high table corridor, he glanced downward instinctively.

What he saw was quite curious, somewhat strange.

He saw a woman surrounded by a group of girls, her face covered with festive red paper strips, because it was a side view, it wasn’t too clear.

Only, Xu Chang’an vaguely felt that woman... looked somewhat familiar?

Although the ’Senior Sister Shi’ in his impression was Qing Jun’s change, not her true appearance, Xu Chang’an had seen the true face of Shi Qingjun in a red dress during the Thunder Tribulation.

But without seeing clearly, and since he really wasn’t thinking in that direction, he simply regarded her as a girl from the Flower Moon Building, being familiar was normal.

What actually drew his attention was the girl’s behavior of sticking paper strips... quite interesting.

If given the chance, he would also like to play, losing and sticking strips with Yun Qian.

Xu Chang’an wanted to smile, but... his smile quickly froze.

Thinking about the stiff atmosphere at the banquet, Xu Chang’an twitched the corners of his eyes.

Teacher, Senior Sister...

Sigh.

Just now, he escaped that suffocating atmosphere by serving the next dish, he really did not expect such a small banquet, even the teacher would be present.

Thinking this way, he somewhat envied the girls below gathering around, leisurely and carefree.

With this in mind, Xu Chang’an took a deep breath, holding the plate, and went to the banquet.

——

Below the stage.

Sensing something, Shi Qingjun glanced up diagonally.

Indeed, she couldn’t sense Xu Chang’an’s aura, if not for perceiving a gaze and glancing over, Xu Chang’an could be right in front of her, and her Divine Sense wouldn’t detect him.

This young man was like a black hole, all the understanding Shi Qingjun had traveled over the years, the comprehension of Dao Rhyme rules after the Qiankun Realm... everything lost meaning upon encountering Xu Chang’an.

In front of him, applying logic is simply a mistake.

Indeed, the matter of Wen Li’s Divine Soul is related to him.

Hmm... Shi Qingjun now looked quite peculiar—her slight breathing caused the red strips on her face to tremble slightly.

Looking at the red strips on Shi Qingjun’s forehead, a woman nudged the girl covered with strips and complained, "Who told you to stick strips on the lady’s face."

The lady is a guest.

She said stick, and you really stick?

The girl stuck out her tongue.

Plan successful.

Indeed, with a sister who doesn’t know how to play joining in, she wouldn’t be the one at the bottom anymore.

Shi Qingjun of course didn’t care about these.

Only, she understood a bit more about the "joys of life" Xu Chang’an mentioned.

"Let’s play another round, I’ve learned it now."

Shi Qingjun said this.