My Wife Is The Final Boss

Chapter 1005 - 553: Ah Qing’s Concealment (Double - Part 2)

Huang’Er tried to sit up slightly, but the whip marks on her body caused severe pain, and after fluttering for a moment, she lay back down, stubbornly saying, "Miss Yun is so sweet, wanting to change flavors, maybe it’s just craving, not being heartless."

"You silly girl."

Ah Qing watched Huang’Er squirming like a fish, unable to decide whether to laugh or cry.

She couldn’t laugh out loud.

Hmm.

It’s okay.

Girls raised in a brothel are inherently judged unfairly by societal standards, moreover... Ah Qing isn’t dumb, she can tell when Huang’Er is joking.

"Even after being punished by Pingniang like this, your mind is still on men." Ah Qing walked over helplessly, carefully changing Huang’Er’s torn clothes, trying her best not to touch the wounds while draping new clothes on her.

The warmth of the Fire Stone filled the room with a peculiar fragrance, which Huang’Er was all too familiar with; she blushed and said, "Ms. Qing, stay away from me... I’m sweaty from the pain, it’s unpleasant."

"Earlier, you weren’t embarrassed when thinking about seducing Young Master Xu." Ah Qing hung Huang’Er’s damp clothes on the rack, looking back, "Now you’re feeling shy?"

What do these girls even think?

"You did say I was delirious earlier." Huang’Er covered her face, "Now... I’ve let you see my bad side, sister."

"When were you ever good-looking?" Ah Qing chuckled lightly, "Just a little girl."

"...Eventually, I’ll be like Miss Li with Pingniang." Huang’Er said, a bit envious in her eyes, "That Miss Li, her figure... it’s really nice."

Li Zhibai?

"She’s a friend of Pingniang’s, clearly an impressive lady from the Immortal Sect." Ah Qing reminded, "And all you notice is her good figure?"

"A good figure is the most important." Huang’Er said casually, "Auntie said to think about what’s appropriate for your age, so now I only care about my figure, other things... don’t matter to me."

Ah Qing was about to say how unambitious she was, but suddenly paused.

Think about what’s appropriate for your age, other things don’t matter... huh.

She lowered her head and met the girl’s calm gaze. The latter was smiling; clearly, her intentions had been conveyed to Ah Qing.

Ah Qing sighed.

Indeed.

She had once again underestimated these girls.

Right.

She was now Ah Qing of the brothel; her past and secrets didn’t matter because they were the concerns of the Demon Sect’s Lady, not hers.

"How come it’s you teaching me these things?" Ah Qing found it hard to believe.

Huang’Er wasn’t embarrassed for her goal being discovered, thought for a moment and said, "Maybe it’s because I went to school when I was young."

The implication being, Ah Qing, being a Half-Demon, surely didn’t attend school.

Ah Qing: "..."

She didn’t get angry.

She just reached out and gently... lightly patted the girl’s back full of bloody marks, watching her grimace in pain trying to curse but unable to, so she couldn’t stay mad.

"Who are you saying didn’t go to school?" Ah Qing asked.

"I... I won’t dare." Huang’Er quickly cowered.

Ah Qing looked at her and felt this girl was far more mature than her behavior suggested.

Perhaps that’s the true reason she liked her.

She draped a cloak over the girl, covering those frightful blood marks.

Soon, she’d go out to perform; it was best to hide those wounds.

"Nothing worth hiding, there isn’t time for a bath now." Huang’Er was resigned, her pretty face turning desolate.

Once she stepped out, any sister could smell her sweat.

"Ms. Qing, you should go on stage, lingering like this... the sisters below might misunderstand you had some mishap." Huang’Er said tearfully, "Sister, finish performing sooner so I can bathe."

"Being chastised by Pingniang should be known by now." Ah Qing reminded her, "They can guess I’m cleaning up after her for Pingniang."

"I’m not some mess." Huang’Er said stubbornly.

Ah Qing glanced outside, then said, "There’s something I need to clarify before I go on stage."

"Eh?" Huang’Er immediately became serious, "What’s the matter, sister? Please ask."

Nothing should delay her sister’s good state.

Ah Qing looked at her, "Do you like Young Master Xu?"

Huang’Er looked at Ah Qing.

"I do, Ms. Qing, I’ve told you I like Young Master Xu." Huang’Er answered without hesitation, then puzzled, "Why ask me again?"

The girl wondered, confused, while Ah Qing sighed lightly.

This sort of straightforwardness was clearly not the kind of liking she thought.

"Young Master Xu is a good person." Ah Qing said earnestly.

"I know he’s a good person, someone Pingniang likes must be good regardless of appearance." Huang’Er said honestly.

"It turns out your liking is different from mine." Ah Qing mused.

"...Sister, you’re truly odd." Huang’Er seemed to suddenly understand something, waved her hand, "Ms. Qing, even if us girls here aren’t like you, truly developing romantic feelings for Young Master Xu, if the chance to be his concubine arises, none would refuse."

Who says being a concubine must come from wholehearted liking?

Such simple affection in this world was enough reason to be his concubine.

"...Spring feelings..." Ah Qing tried to explain, but her words faltered, so she had to concede.

"Young Master Xu has Miss Yun, he wouldn’t really look at a girl like me, it was a joke." Huang’Er blinked, "So, rather than liking such a lofty figure... I’d rather like you, sister."

She wasn’t joking.

"Liking me is a forced choice, right." Ah Qing rubbed her temples.

"Yes, but I genuinely like you too."

These girls, familiar with the pomp of brothel life, most often encounter women for companionship. Their life is generally very satisfactory, far better than actually becoming a concubine elsewhere, inevitably skewing their tastes towards female companionship.

Whether they like someone and if they truly want to be with them are two separate matters.

Before meeting someone who truly moves them, they might all like a ’Xu Chang’an’, such a distant yet worthy figure.

But ultimately, not someone they could have.

"Hmm, what good is liking Young Master Xu compared to hugging Ms. Qing for sleep." Huang’Er said seriously, "Therefore, sister should let go of unrealistic ideas; I can be the pillow you hold every day."

Instead of pining after someone who wouldn’t notice her, why not choose to accept herself?

Reason is reason after all.

Ah Qing watched as the girl tried to struggle to sit again, shaking her head, "If a woman has no aspirations, what’s the difference from a lazy fish like you?"

"Then I’ll follow sister." Huang’Er pouted, "Sister, you really just fancy that Miss Yun, using Young Master Xu as cover, pretending none see through it."

Perhaps Ah Qing’s mindset was too traditional, struggling to directly accept her fondness for Yun Qian.

Thus, needing Xu Chang’an as a buffer.

Of course, Ah Qing genuinely liked Xu Chang’an, but now her heart was not focused on him.

Even Huang’Er understood clearly.

Ah Qing: "..."

Having her inner thoughts exposed so suddenly made Ah Qing clench her fists.

She found that bright girls aren’t all pleasant.

Yet, the girl was indeed clever, able to offer her astray advice.

In that aspect, she was less than the girl.

"Smart of you."

Ah Qing, in Huang’Er’s startled gaze, pinched a blood mark on her arm with delicate fingernails, smiling kindly, "Ni Zi, what would be an appropriate way to approach Miss Yun without annoying Young Master Xu?"

The girl: "...?"

Where was her gentle, clumsy, lovable Ms. Qing?

Who’s this venomous woman before her?