Ling Mohan was also greatly surprised, never expecting Feng Jin to appear here.
Only Gu Beichen seemed to have known beforehand, sitting leisurely on a nearby chair, waiting for the good show to unfold.
The brothel madam, who had rushed to catch up, saw Feng Jin kick open the room door again, and with the people inside being those she couldn't afford to offend, she felt as if the sky was collapsing and the ground was splitting beneath her.
"My ancestors, why do you barge into every place!" The madam cried out in a panic, chasing after Feng Jin and pulling her aside. She bowed and apologized to the three inside, "Forgive us, honored guests. It's my fault for not keeping a better eye on her, causing her to disturb you. We shall leave now."
After speaking, the madam reached out to pull Feng Jin, intending to drag her away. Before her hand could even touch Feng Jin's sleeve, a teacup flew through the air and hit the back of her hand fiercely. The entire hand instantly burned with pain.
"Take your dirty claws away!" Ling Mohan's voice, dark and tinged with anger, sounded out. His ghostly figure appeared before Feng Jin, taking her hand and preparing to lead her out.
The madam was instantly so frightened that she could barely stand, collapsing onto the ground. She didn't know Ling Mohan's identity, but she knew he was not someone to be trifled with. It seemed she had gotten into big trouble today.
Feng Jin did not let Ling Mohan lead her out. Instead, she shook off his hand, her gaze slightly distant as she looked at the man before her, "Why are you here? Don't you have any explanation!"
To sneak off to a place like this behind her back, and now to put on a face as if she owed him money, Feng Jin's anger could no longer be suppressed. Today, she was determined to get a clear explanation from Ling Mohan.
"Go home with me first. Is this a place for a young lady like you to be!"
This place was a mixed bag of people. The mere thought of those men staring at Feng Jin with their lecherous eyes made his chest feel like it was burning with fire.
At this moment, he only wanted to take Feng Jin back, preferably to lock her in her room forever, unable to step out even half a step.
"If it's not a place for me to be, then it's a place for you to be? Ling Mohan, you're truly something! You're sneaking out to cheat on me now, have you no conscience!"
Feng Jin shouted loudly, drawing the attention of everyone around them.
Ling Mohan's head was about to explode from the surrounding chatter. He stepped forward, grabbed Feng Jin's fair hand, and patiently said, "When we get home, I'll explain it to you slowly."
He truly regretted following Gu Beichen to such a place. Now that Feng Jin was misunderstanding, even jumping into the Yellow River couldn't clear his name.
"If you don't explain it to me clearly, there's no point in continuing this marriage. We might as well divorce, and then you can find as many women as you like; it will have nothing to do with me!"
She had ać˝ç (cleanliness obsession) when it came to relationships. Since Ling Mohan was with her, he should belong to her alone, body and soul, for this life and the next. If even a sliver was touched by another, she would feel it was soiled.
If Ling Mohan truly harbored such intentions, then she could only choose to divorce him.
"What nonsense are you talking about? Why are you bringing up divorce again? Go back with me first, and we can talk slowly!"
Upon hearing Feng Jin mention divorce, Ling Mohan instantly became flustered, his tone laced with a hint of urgency. Without waiting for Feng Jin's reply, he directly pulled her into his arms, disregarding everything else, and picked her up.
At this moment, he had to keep her firmly controlled. Otherwise, if Feng Jin found an opportunity to sneak away again, he would truly be weeping without tears.
"Put me down! Put me down..."
Feng Jin struggled with all her might, but she was firmly held by the man, unable to move at all.
"Don't move around, you might get hurt."
The man lowered his voice to remind her, his arms holding Feng Jin unconsciously tightening their grip, afraid of actually hurting Feng Jin.
Ling Mohan, holding Feng Jin tightly, walked straight out of the brothel. Everyone who saw them lowered their heads and whispered among themselves.
Feng Jin felt her face had been completely lost, all thanks to Ling Mohan. Unhappy, she fiercely pinched his waist.
The sudden pain made Ling Mohan frown tightly, but his expression remained calm, showing no emotion.
He simply held Feng Jin tightly, placed her on his horse, then mounted his own horse and galloped directly towards Ling Manor.
...
"Well, they're gone. We can't watch this excitement anymore." Gu Beichen watched Ling Mohan and Feng Jin leave, a look of regret on his face.
He had planned to enjoy the drama, but it ended so quickly. It wasn't satisfying at all.
Such a good opportunity was wasted. Finding another chance like this would be truly difficult.
"Don't tell me you were the one who told Feng Jin... Ling Mohan was here?"
From his expression, Chu Chenyi vaguely guessed the truth and asked immediately, only to find his guess was entirely correct.
"You're quite clever this time, guessing it all."
Gu Beichen did not conceal anything, choosing to admit it openly. Besides, it wasn't just one or two people who knew this, and the truth would come out eventually. There was no point in hiding it.
"You've calculated against both of them!"
At this moment, Chu Chenyi truly admired Gu Beichen's courage for daring to scheme against these two. He hoped that in the end, Gu Beichen wouldn't die too miserably.
In the past, Gu Beichen couldn't even handle Ling Mohan alone. Now, with Feng Jin added, offending these two consecutively, did Gu Beichen feel his life was too long and he wanted to end it sooner by acting like this?
"How many schemes have I suffered at their hands? This is just a small revenge, what's the big deal?"
Gu Beichen asked indignantly. How many times had he fallen into their hands before? This time was just a minor lesson, a small design.
These two wouldn't completely disregard any past sentiment and deal him a fatal blow, would they?
Chu Chenyi sneered, shaking his head and sighing. He placed his hand on Gu Beichen's shoulder and patted him twice lightly, "Don't worry, if you unfortunately pass away, I will handle your funeral arrangements perfectly, ensuring you depart with great fanfare."
This was all he could do. In this way, it would be considered a fitting end to their acquaintance.