Chapter 508: Chapter 182: Great Fire_2
He was so fervently lost between the painting and reality that he himself felt like he had snatched the beauty from the canvas, resolved to viciously torment her until she too became a deathly still white paper.
It wasn’t until the struggles of the other person gradually quieted down that only faint breathing sounds filled the room, with the beauty in the painting lowering her head, staring sorrowfully at everything in the room as the drizzle murmured softly like silken threads.
A surge of anger and the distant rumbling of thunder outside brought Qi Yutai back to his senses. Silver cups studded with colorful enamels were overturned before him, and the flowing nectar within clearing his muddled mind for a moment.
"Something’s not right," he frowned, "How can there be other guests in this room?"
Fengle Building had specifically prepared the "Startling Hibernation" room for Qi Yutai.
Because he always gave a lot of silver and somewhat revealed his illustrious family background, the owner of Fengle Building dared not neglect him, or perhaps the other party actually knew his identity, but simply hid it.
No one else could enter this room, and this was why Qi Yutai could safely indulge here. After all, he didn’t dare alarm the Grand Preceptor’s Mansion’s guards, bringing only his personal servant; if someone intruded in the midst of his indulgence, it would be quite troublesome—the wife of that merchant from last time burst in just like that, thankfully she was of low status and it didn’t turn into a big incident.
It must be that he hadn’t visited for a long time, and the owner of Fengle Building wanted to make more silver, thus giving this room to someone else.
Anger rose in Qi Yutai’s heart, and he slapped the face of the person next to him, "Scum, dare to be insubordinate!"
The beauty lying next to him was barely breathing, her clothes half-undone, her black hair messily scattered behind her head, her body marred by black-and-blue bruises, her face swollen.
After consuming the intoxicant, Qi Yutai always became exceedingly excited, tormenting people even more fiercely, and wouldn’t stop until there wasn’t a single unbruised spot left on the person. When inflamed with desire, he wouldn’t be merciful or cherish beauty; no matter how gentle and charming the other party was, in his eyes, they were nothing but a tool to quench his lust and vent his desires.
Used and discarded.
It was either that anger just now or something else, but the heat that had dissipated seemed to rise again. His eyes burned, his heart burned, and he kicked the person on the couch who was like a dead body: "Go, fetch me a pot of ’Bi Guang’."
"Bi Guang" was Fengle Building’s famous liquor, resembling emerald. It was rich and fragrant, lifting one’s spirits, like floating on clouds towards a celestial state. Qi Yutai liked it a lot.
The trembling beauty on the couch propped herself up, tightened the clothes on her body, her tears not yet dry, hastily wiping her face with a handkerchief before stumbling out. Qi Yutai still reclined on the couch, pouring the leftover wine down his throat in one go, letting out a comfortable sigh.
It was strange to say, although he was always happy after the intoxicant, he could control himself, like the time his father confined him at home, forbearing from "relaxing" for half a year.
Lately, however, it had been different, with an addictive tendency emerging. It’s been only half a month since his last indulgence, and he was already unable to resist. Moreover, this intoxicant also seemed different from before, providing a more ecstatic and addictive experience.
The dizzy feeling was creeping back. Qi Yutai squinted his eyes, about to reach for the last jar of "Bi Guang" in front of him, when suddenly there was the sound of footsteps from outside.
"That was quick," he muttered, reaching for the wine cup.
The door creaked open.
But the person who came in wasn’t the beauty with the drink.
Qi Yutai was taken aback.
The person who entered was a middle-aged man dressed in honey-colored brocade and satin robes, a gold and jade belt around his waist, a folding fan in hand, and wearing a huge jade thumb ring—dressed in the familiar garb of a wealthy merchant from the Shengjing Business Firm.
Seeing someone inside the room, the man’s face changed: "Who are you?"
Qi Yutai was momentarily dumbfounded, then quickly understood.
The "Startling Hibernation" room was reserved by the shopkeeper specifically for him, and ordinary people wouldn’t enter, so this person entering so familiarly and with such a natural demeanor, in all likelihood, was the "guest" from before.
The one that the Fengle Building owner later tried to please, the guest who had ruined his beloved "Beauty in Spring Rain Painting"!
Qi Yutai straightened up, glaring at the person, and shouted, "Who is this ignorant scum daring to barge into the young master’s room!"
"Your room?" The man seemed to hear a joke, looking at him and sneering, "What are you worth? Daring to call yourself a young master in front of me? I’ve paid silver for this room, I’ll give you the time of a stick of incense, quickly pack up and get out!"
Qi Yutai was astonished.
In his life as the son of the Grand Preceptor’s Mansion, everyone treated him with the utmost courteousness. Even royalty had to give face to his father, not to mention ordinary people with such status.