Quick Transmigration: After Fake Death, All the Protagonists I Flirted With Went Crazy

Chapter 228 Ingratitude and Deceit (Ying Han's Side Story Part 1)

Ying Lian and Han Shu's first meeting was somewhat awkward.

After all, one was a customer who had mistakenly entered a brothel, and the other was the owner of Sifang Pavilion who was posing as a male prostitute.

The relationship between a client of prostitutes and a courtesan rarely ends well.

Yinglian was not yet of legal age at that time.

Han Shu had just killed the previous head of the Sifang Pavilion and inherited the position.

The power of the Four Directions Pavilion is shifting.

He faked his death and disguised himself as a male prostitute to enter this directly affiliated brothel.

Most people who come to Nanfeng Pavilion prefer slender and thin men, so his tall and strong figure is not popular with them.

He could also take a break and relax.

I was lying in the backyard enjoying the cool air when this unexpected disaster struck.

A commotion broke out in the building, and a young man's voice rang out, "Miss, please have some self-respect! I really didn't know this was a brothel!"

"catch him!"

"Young Master Zhang said that whoever can spend a night with this young master will receive ten taels of gold."

Han Shu raised her fan to shield herself from the somewhat glaring sunlight.

"Stop chasing me! Stop chasing me! If you keep chasing me, I'll jump!"

Loud, lewd laughter drifted from inside the building. "Oh, I've been in this world of pleasure for so many years, and this is the first time I've ever seen someone like you."

"Young master, jump! Jump one for us to see!"

Han Shu's ears twitched slightly, and an intrigued smile appeared on his lips.

His men still have this perverse sense of humor.

Han Shu only saw a back view, dressed in the same color as the vermilion railing, it was a young man.

The boy seemed to have been driven to the brink of despair. Trembling, he closed his eyes, stepped onto the railing, and leaped off the second floor.

He descended from the second floor; his rudimentary light-footed skills could only ensure he didn't fall to his death.

Han Shu originally wanted to watch a show, but instead saw a person dressed in red waving his hands in the air.

Then, it fell from mid-air...

"Get out of the way, get out of the way!"

For some reason, Han Shu did not move aside.

Perhaps it was because the boy's expression was too comical.

Or perhaps, he was just too bored.

Han Shu leaned back and caught the person in his arms.

She even put on a very weak appearance, frowning and clutching her chest.

"Young master, young master, are you alright?"

Ying Lian adjusted the golden crown on his head and quickly helped the sickly young master in front of him to his feet.

"Young master, I'm so sorry, are you alright?"

Han Shu clutched his chest, silently observing the worried-looking boy in front of him.

Suddenly, his acting urge kicked in, and he frowned, clutching his chest, looking pained.

"It hurts~"

Ying Lian quickly rolled up the person's sleeve and gently placed her fingers on the slender wrist.

"Don't worry, young master. I am a doctor. If you have any problems, I will definitely cure you. I will take responsibility."

Han Shu raised an eyebrow, surprised that the seemingly simple-minded young man in front of him was actually a doctor.

However, the arrow was already on the bowstring and had to be released.

He clicked his tongue lightly and used his internal energy to suppress his pulse.

Ying frowned. The pulse was weak and feeble, a sign of heart failure and serious injury.

He took out a heart-protecting pill from his bag and handed it to Han Shu's lips, "This is a pill to relieve heart failure. Young master, you should feel much better after taking it."

Han Shu turned his head away, frowning as if he were throwing a tantrum. "Bitter."

Ying Lian was taken aback upon hearing this, as if he hadn't expected that this ethereal young master would be afraid of hardship.

He smiled and took out honey from his bag. "Don't be afraid, young master. I have some sugar here. It won't be bitter."

Han Shu stared blankly at the square candies in front of him.

Then, it obediently opened its mouth and ate the pills and candy.

It was a bittersweet experience.

The taste wasn't very good.

Han Shu felt a sense of comfort in his heart.

Looking at the silly boy in front of him, he became somewhat interested.

Whose young master is this? Why is he so simple-minded?

He had no experience in dealing with people, and his martial arts skills and agility were both poor.

There was no way to protect themselves, and no way to escape.

Which organization would dare to release him?

Han Shu was puzzled.

He clicked his tongue lightly.

He was a free spirit, and since he had taken a liking to the person in front of him, he decided to keep him here.

He clutched his chest, trying to get up, but stumbled.

A look of pain crossed his face as he bent down and touched his calf.

Ying Lian pulled the person into his arms, the gentle fragrance of orchids brushing against his nose, making him feel inexplicably restless.

He turned his head to look at the young man, who had his eyes downcast, his brows furrowed, and his lips tightly pressed together. A strand of hair fell down, giving him a sickly appearance, which made his otherworldly and aloof face look as pure and beautiful as ice and snow.

Ying Lian turned his head away, looking somewhat uncomfortable.

"Young master, is your leg injured?"

Han Shu looked pitiful and resigned. "It's alright. It's just that I'm not popular among male prostitutes to begin with. Now that I've injured my leg and can't serve customers, I'm afraid my life will be even more difficult."

The beautiful woman looked delicate and frail, with a troubled and heartbroken expression, which made Ying Lian feel guilty.

"Don't worry, young master. I will stay here to take care of you until you recover."

Han Shu raised his eyes, a hint of timidity in his expression. "Will this trouble you, young master?"

Ying Lian, brimming with pride, patted his chest confidently, "It's alright, I'm just traveling anyway, it doesn't matter."

Han Shu nodded timidly and gave a slight bow, "Then thank you for your care, young master."

Ying Lian helped the person sit down and then examined their legs.

But what's on his mind is giving someone some nourishment.

This person is far too thin.

Han Shu lowered his eyes, a glint of light flashing in them.

It was worth it for him to twist the tendons in his calf with his internal force.

Finally, we managed to keep this silly boy here.