348: Chapter 348 Hesitation

Yang Jinyuan accepted Zhang Dahai's commission to retrieve the relics of her master, Wu Zhiyang.

Calling it a commission was practically the same as being forced.

If she dared to say the word "no," Zhang Dahai would throw her into the Yellow River without a second thought.

Of course, Yang Jinyuan did genuinely hope to retrieve her master's relics; that way, she could provide an answer to Zhang Dahai, her biggest and most dangerous employer, and thereby distance herself from him more effectively.

As for Han Jingyang, the enemy, she actually felt he wasn't very dangerous. In her mind, Han Jingyang was a good person who wouldn't kill randomly without a grievance, especially since she had once escaped from his hands with her life.

Therefore, she quite approved of Zhang Dahai's plan and believed that Han Jingyang responded better to soft tactics than hard ones; this strategy of feigning weakness and offering heavy gifts should succeed.

But now, she hesitated.

Previously, she had only thought of Han Jingyang as a young expert without much background, nothing special other than being powerful.

Now, however, her opinion had changed.

Could someone without a background attract a beauty of such celestial level to serve him?

Beauties, especially top-tier beauties, have always been the most precious resources; not just anyone can possess them.

Yang Jinyuan thought about the top-tier beauties who had appeared around Han Jingyang, and the more she thought about it, the more she felt Han Jingyang was unfathomable.

As she hesitated, her vision suddenly blurred, and three more beauties in ancient attire appeared at the entrance. Although their clothing colors and styles were slightly different, and their temperaments and appearances varied, each one was more ethereal than the last.

What, what was going on?

Had the seven fairies descended to earth?

Too beautiful!

Flawless!

Perfect!

Not of this mortal world, surely guests from heaven!

How could such perfect beings exist in the mortal world?

This appearance, this temperament, and this attire—they were simply darlings nurtured by the essence of heaven, earth, the sun, and the moon, gathering all virtues upon themselves.

Simply too beautiful.

Who on earth were they?

Yang Jinyuan stared blankly at the four ancient-style fairies, and only after a moment did she ask in a low voice: "Excuse me, they are..."

The woman in the yellow dress smiled calmly: "We are four sisters. My name is Zou Rushuang, and they are Zou Shuying, Zou Handan, and Zou Feixiang. Like me, they are all employees of Jiguang Zhai, and even more so, the master's handmaidens."

Employees of Jiguang Zhai.

The master's handmaidens.

Yang Jinyuan was almost numb.

Such goddess-like beauties, and four sisters at that, actually referred to Han Jingyang directly as their master.

Just how significant was Han Jingyang's background?

To be able to achieve this, his background must be extraordinary.

He was definitely not the "greenhorn," "someone without foundations," "someone without background," or "just lucky" that Zhang Dahai and his people described.

The more Yang Jinyuan thought about it, the more she felt Han Jingyang's identity was extraordinary.

She also remembered that Han Jingyang had once spared her life.

Her thoughts were even more chaotic.

What to do?

Continue with Zhang Dahai's plan?

No!

It wouldn't work!

Definitely not!

She absolutely could not show off her meager skills before an expert.

Yang Jinyuan gritted her teeth, suddenly reached into her ear, pulled out a micro-earpiece, threw it on the ground, and crushed it with her foot. She cupped her hands and said: "Could the four fairies please help me report that Yang Jinyuan has important information to convey."

Zou Rushuang frowned slightly, unable to understand for a moment what this severely injured woman at the door wanted to do.

Important information to convey?

However, Zou Rushuang didn't have that many ulterior motives and gave a slight curtsy in return to Yang Jinyuan: "Please come in first."

Yang Jinyuan was overjoyed: "I will bring these gifts into the room first."

"I'll help you."

"I wouldn't dare, I wouldn't dare, I'll do it myself, these are all very heavy..." Yang Jinyuan did not dare to let these fairy-like women do such rough work and hurriedly stopped her, but halfway through her sentence, she was dumbfounded again.

What did she see?

Lifting a box weighing nearly a hundred catties with one hand?

And it looked effortless.

This, this was too outrageous, right?

It was one thing for a random handmaiden to be so beautiful, but she also appeared to have innate supernatural strength or martial arts skills?

Truly outrageous.

Yang Jinyuan did not dare to be negligent and hurriedly helped Zou Rushuang move all the boxes, big and small, into the shop. Facing Zou Rushuang's invitation, she didn't sit on the sofa but sat properly on a small stool next to the coffee table, asking cautiously: "Is Mr. Han not in the shop?"

Zou Rushuang's face reddened: "He is busy. You, you should wait."

"Oh."

Yang Jinyuan naturally didn't dare to rush and could only sit upright on the small stool, waiting for Han Jingyang to appear. She answered the questions of the four Zou sisters from time to time; she didn't dare to look down on the four of them just because they called themselves handmaidens.

In the inner room.

Han Jingyang was indeed busy.

He was panting and drenched in sweat from being busy. After more than half an hour, he let out a muffled roar, then collapsed softly beside Shi Xiaoya, wrapping the petite Shi Xiaoya in his arms and panting heavily.

Shi Xiaoya was also flushed with a soft body, letting Han Jingyang hold her, half-closing her eyes to enjoy the rare time alone. After a long while, she said softly: "Hubby, that long-legged girl from Taiwan is looking for you."

"What?"

"That disciple of Wu Zhiyang, the Taiwanese woman with the great figure that you let off the hook."

"What is she here for?"

"She brought a lot of boxes, big and small. They should be gifts."

Han Jingyang sat up immediately.

When things are abnormal, there must be a demon.

He had previously spared that woman's life, thinking it might be useful in the future.

As it turned out, the woman had come to him on her own initiative, and even brought gifts.

What did it mean?

Han Jingyang pondered for a moment and thought of Zhang Dahai. He sneered, lay back down, and casually wrapped his arm around Shi Xiaoya's smooth waist: "Ignore her for now, let's keep sleeping."

Shi Xiaoya chuckled and climbed onto Han Jingyang, propping herself up on his chest: "Are you really not going to pay attention to her?"

"I will, but not now. Let her wait for a while."

"Could it be that Zhang Dahai sent her?"

"Of course. Who else could it be besides Zhang Dahai?"

"What's the purpose?"

"I estimate it's still for the spoils we captured. There should be something in there that Zhang Dahai desperately needs; otherwise, Zhang Dahai wouldn't have made moves again and again."

"Then what should we do?"

"What do you mean, what should we do?"

"Do you want to make peace with Zhang Dahai?"

"Make peace? How is that possible? As long as there is an opportunity, I will kill him at the first chance."

"Then let Rushuang chase that woman away."

"No, listen to what she has to say, and then make a decision."

"That works too, but hubby, you must be very careful not to fall for a honey trap."

"With a little vixen like you here, how could I fall for a honey trap? What kind of beauty could be more charming than you, my little vixen?"

Shi Xiaoya huffed twice and twisted her body: "Men are all pigs. When they have good cigarettes, they only smoke good cigarettes; when they don't have good cigarettes, they can smoke ordinary ones. When the nicotine craving hits, they'll even suck on a cigarette butt."

Han Jingyang's face was covered in black lines.

What kind of hellish analogy was this?

Even sucking on a cigarette butt.

How desperate would one have to be.

Refusing to pick up cigarette butts is every man's duty.

However, that woman from Taiwan was no cigarette butt. If Shi Xiaoya and Liu Jing were 100-yuan-a-pack Chunghwa cigarettes, that woman was at least a 60-yuan-a-pack Liqun—also a good smoke that ordinary people couldn't bear to smoke. She was first-class in every aspect, and in terms of figure, she was even more outstanding than Shi Xiaoya.

Thinking of this, he thrust his waist: "Hurry up, let's finish, wash up, and go see her to see what exactly she wants to say."

Shi Xiaoya let out two muffled groans, bit her rosy lips, and said in a sweet, sticky voice: "I'm worried that she might defect to you."