"Are you really a man?"
As soon as this question left her lips, Cheng Huan froze, then his expression shifted, his eyes turning instantly red.
"Young City Lord, how could you insult me like that? Don't you like me anymore?"
As soon as he finished speaking, the little courtesan just kept leaning closer and closer to Su Ye.
Cheng Huan still pinched his voice, muttering to himself,
"Young City Lord, you used to say that you liked me best just like this.
You never minded that I'd served other men.
You said I was your perfect match—have you forgotten?"
Su Ye pressed his head down with one hand, stopping whatever he was about to do next.
Then, using a bit of force, she grabbed his arm and pushed him a little farther away.
Thanks to being born with Divine Power, over time, she'd only grown stronger and stronger.
Naturally, she preferred obedient men.
Su Ye picked up her teacup, taking another sip to steady herself.
Seeing Cheng Huan pouting so pitifully, she cleared her throat.
"Do you remember I once gave you a jade pendant?"
Cheng Huan, a man who's survived years in the brothel, instantly knew what she meant as soon as Su Ye spoke.
His eyes grew even redder, looking utterly incredulous.
"Young City Lord, you want the jade pendant back?"
Seeing his look, Su Ye considered it—after all, taking back a gift so forcefully didn't quite seem right.
So she changed her tune.
"I can buy your freedom for you, but you have to return the jade pendant."
As soon as she said it, Cheng Huan started crying again, inching back toward her side.
Only the thick scent of rouge on him was really too overwhelming.
Su Ye was a bit exasperated.
"Shut your mouth, and don't come any closer."
Cheng Huan froze where he stood, big tears streaming down his face—he looked thoroughly wretched.
His voice was full of grief.
"Young City Lord, you once promised to buy my freedom, to keep me by your side and never let me go!"
Su Ye just blinked, totally unfazed.
"That was a drunken promise—not valid when I'm sober."
Cheng Huan stared wide-eyed, clearly not expecting Su Ye to say something so shameless.
But he still didn't want to face reality, so he kept on sobbing,
"You said I was your sweetheart. How can someone live if their heart is gone?"
Su Ye gave him a slow sideways glance.
"Just get a new heart and you'll be fine."
As soon as she finished speaking, Cheng Huan fell to his knees and started sobbing on the floor.
His calls were heartbreakingly mournful.
"Young City Lord, how could you toy with me like this? Young City Lord, how can you treat me this way?
I gave you my whole heart!"
Xing, who was standing nearby, shot Cheng Huan a somewhat sympathetic look.
The Young City Lord at her house was always pulling this irresponsible crap.
Sleep with someone, touch them, make a promise—then turn on them the next day.
Su Ye lowered her head, glancing at the teacup in her hand,
"So you gave me your heart, but your body belongs to someone else?"
As soon as she said it, Cheng Huan stiffened for a moment.
He looked up timidly, the wide sleeves of his bright red robe swaying with the movement.
When Xing heard this, she finally snapped back to her senses.
A courtesan serves countless people—was there ever a true word spoken?
Most likely, this one was just trying to scam more money from the Young City Lord.
Kneeling on the floor, Cheng Huan didn't know what to do for a moment.
Su Ye used to fall for this act every single time.
Strong but not too bright—a couple sweet words would always do the trick.
But today seemed different somehow.
Su Ye set her teacup on the nearby table and asked again,
"Do you want me to buy your freedom or not?"