The madam's palms were sweaty. Pulling Xia Ling's hand made Xia Ling very uncomfortable.
She frowned and sat down at the round table.
When she sat down, the man's gaze was locked on Xia Ling. The madam stood up with a smile.
"Alright, master fan. Now that Miss Qing He is here, you can listen to the zither or music if you want. There is nothing that Miss Qing He doesn't know how to do!"
She first smiled at the man.
Then, she told Xia Ling, "Qing He, our master fan is the famous jade-faced young master in the capital. You have to treat him well. Don't neglect him, understand?"
The madam's tone was not polite. Xia Ling's eyes turned cold, but she did not give her face.
She looked at her indifferently and lowered her eyes.
"You..." The madam was a little embarrassed. She wanted to flare up, but she could only endure it.
She looked at the room and saw that young master Fan's eyes seemed to be glued to the young girl.
The madam's triangular eyes flashed.
She quietly left the room, closed the door, and spat.
She was very dissatisfied with Xia Ling's face-slapping earlier.
The sound of the madam's small actions outside the room was heard.
Xia Ling cleaned her hands and burned incense. Then, she sat behind the guqin and gently fiddled with the strings a few times.
"Young master Fan, what do you want to hear?"
Her voice was cold.
She glanced at young master Fan, and her entire expression was indifferent. She did not give him any kindness.
However, young master Fan seemed to like Xia Ling's cold face.
The more she acted like this, the more excited he became as he stared at her.
"I want to listen to 'Phoenix begging the Phoenix'. Qing He, will you play it for me?" he asked with deep affection.
That day, he had been sitting in room No. 1, watching the young girl play 'Phoenix begging the Phoenix' to that Qin Lang with deep affection. That ice-cold and affectionate look still appeared in Fan Yu's heart from time to time.
He had seen all kinds of flowers and liked this kind of unique taste.
From the beginning, he was the financier of Qing He. He wanted this ice beauty to show him her most special side.
However, Fan Yu never expected that this ice flower would be broken by someone first.
But it didn't matter. It was more pleasurable to destroy things that couldn't be obtained.
"I won't play it." Xia Ling didn't even look at him. She stroked the strings lightly. "I only play that song for one person."
Fan Yu smiled. "Is it that Qin Lang?"
His appearance was delicate and handsome, and he looked like he was dressed up. They were all young masters from wealthy families.
In this room, the candlelight was shining, and his superficial expression could already show that he owned a lot.
"Yes, it's him." Xia Ling looked at Fan Yu's smiling face.
It was very fake, just like a poisonous snake...
The smile on Fan Yu's face slowly faded, and he solemnly said to Xia Ling,
"Okay, Qing He, I respect you. Even though I've liked you for so long, as long as you're happy, I don't care what happens to me."
Xia Ling glanced at him and said indifferently, "Young master Fan, you bought me for two hours just to chat with me like this? That's fine, then I don't have to play the zither anymore. It'll save me some energy."
Xia Ling was a courtesan. She only had to receive one customer a day.
A courtesan sold her skills but not her body.
Two hours of chatting and singing could pass very quickly.
The incense that Xia Ling lit next to the zither in the beginning was also used as a timer. When the incense burned out, the time would come.
Fan Yu, who was confessing his heartfelt feelings, was suddenly interrupted by Xia Ling. His expression was a little stiff.