My Wife Is The Final Boss

Chapter 1139 - 624: Ah Qing’s Downfall (Double-Length)

Were they busy or just indifferent to other things? Ah Qing stood there for a long time, thinking it must be the latter.

"So this is a red courtesan."

Those who sell their art are artiste-courtesans.

Those who sell both art and body are red courtesans.

In Beisang City, there are many women, and not everyone can receive Zhu Pingniang’s protection, so... unlike the girls who sell art without selling their bodies, where there are artiste-courtesans, naturally, there are also red courtesans.

Relying on themselves to make a living, without stealing or robbing, Ah Qing watched the women coming and going in the deep night and thought that there was nothing shameful about it.

Because Ah Qing could see that there was no trace of bitterness in the eyes of these red courtesans, only the weariness of mundane work, and when they were in twos and threes, there were even smiles.

Feeling tired of their work and finding a stable life here to be good are not contradictory.

Or rather, this is life, the most ordinary, most mundane, and also a life she had never considered before.

Ah Qing suddenly had a desire to chat with one of the red courtesans.

Some of these women already have enough silver to buy back their freedom; they could leave the brothel for a prosperous life, yet they still choose to share the earnings with the establishment. This sort of voluntary fallen state—why is that?

Her expression stalled.

Ah Qing wasn’t really asking about that.

Rather, she wanted to know why the Sect Leader would settle here, in this kind of fallen and deteriorating place.

Just as Ah Qing was lost in thought, hurried footsteps splashed through the water and stopped in front of her.

"Sister, what’s wrong? Why are you standing alone under this tree?"

The voice of the girl was not pleasant, somewhat hoarse. It showed that not every girl in Beisang City had the sweet voice of the Flower Moon Building women.

Ah Qing looked up and found it was a girl of Huang’Er’s size, wearing gaudy clothes and with rouge on her face, holding a lunchbox in her hand.

The outfit was garish, even a bit vulgar, but Ah Qing thought she was a very pretty girl.

She was the first to come and talk to her.

"Good sister," Ah Qing blinked. This was also a common form of address among the brothel girls.

"I’m not good enough to be sister’s good sister." The girl looked at Ah Qing’s obviously expensive attire and smiled, shaking her head, with a concerned look: "Sister, what’s wrong here, it’s cold today. If the sun comes out later, the feeling... don’t let your body catch a cold."

There are many brothels in the Flower Moon Building; clearly, the fabric Ah Qing wore would be unaffordable for even the top courtesans in the girl’s brothel.

"I felt a bit weary and came out for a walk," Ah Qing said.

"Weary? Out for a walk?" The girl blinked, a bit confused, and then said hesitantly, "Is that so..."

She was overthinking it.

So, the girls from the upper parts of the Flower Moon Building were this idle?

These red courtesans didn’t have the leisure to become bored and take a shower... So when she saw Ah Qing dazing out, she thought she had encountered some difficulties or worries and came to remind her.

Unexpectedly, the other party was just idly bored.

The girl was dumbfounded, and soon came back to her senses: "Then... I won’t disturb you, sister."

Since Ah Qing didn’t have anything going on, she wouldn’t disturb her.

"Don’t rush."

Just when the girl was about to turn and leave, Ah Qing gently held her hand, causing the girl to freeze and look up in confusion.

"Sister?"

"I have some things I’d like to talk to you about." Ah Qing did not let go of the girl’s hand. To be honest, the girl’s hand was quite different from the soft and tender hands of the Flower Moon Building girls, even a bit rough; she was from a farming family before entering this line of work, perhaps.

"Talk to... me?" The girl was stunned and tried to shake off Ah Qing’s hand.

Unlike her, Ah Qing was clearly an artiste-courtesan, so... the girl didn’t want her hand to sully the fingers of this soft-spoken woman, but surprisingly, Ah Qing’s seemingly soft grip was stronger, and the girl couldn’t shake it off.

Looking up, the girl saw the usually clear eyes above Ah Qing’s veil, as if they had a tinge of green light.

...Eh?

Are those new colored lenses from the Flower Moon Building?

So pretty.

After a moment of shock, she returned to her senses: "Sister, what do you want to ask, just ask."

"Not in a rush?" Ah Qing looked at the lunchbox in the girl’s hand.

"Not in a rush, a sister in the establishment just took her first client today, though it was also a girl doing it, not sure if she can handle it..." The girl smiled as she wobbled the lunchbox in her hand: "Time should be about right. I’ll go check on her and bring some snacks as comfort."

"...Ah...oh." Ah Qing was startled for a moment, then realized.

Taking a client refers to a red courtesan serving a client for the first time.

But there are women too?

Ah Qing blinked, then coughed lightly: "Sister, as long as you’re not in a rush."

"What does sister want to ask?"

"Actually, it’s nothing much." Ah Qing was just in a state of confusion, randomly looking for someone to chat with to ease the tension she previously felt.

Whether it was being watched by Xu Chang’an and Yun Qian’s dance, or meeting Shi Qingjun... it all made her feel nervous, and next, she planned to pay her respects to Zhu Pingniang, where she could also meet Xu Chang’an... so she wanted to adjust her state of mind a little better.

Ah Qing looked at the lunchbox in the girl’s hand, somewhat surprised.

"Is this from the Golden Wind Tower? You’re quite generous." Ah Qing remembered Huang’Er had said things from the Golden Wind Tower were quite expensive, that buying a few times could cause a heartache for days; unexpectedly, she saw red courtesans carrying Golden Wind Tower snacks to visit other women here.

"Silver is meant to be spent," the girl laughed lightly: "Those girls love it."

Ah Qing looked at her and felt this girl was quite strange.

She wasn’t an artiste-courtesan, and earning money wasn’t easy, so she couldn’t be wealthy. This small lunchbox probably cost her quite a bit of her savings. If it were for her future, surely, she shouldn’t be spending so lavishly?

Curious, Ah Qing asked.

"Don’t you save your silver? Things from the Golden Wind Tower are expensive."

"Hmm?" the girl froze at her words, then looked at Ah Qing and blinked, her eyebrows arching. She squinted: "Sister, you must be a girl from the Inner City... Are you from the Flower Moon Building?"

If she was from the Flower Moon Building, then she was seeing her ’idol.’

You know, even Liu Qingluo, the courtesan of the Wanzhi Building, is an ordinary girl in the Flower Moon Building.

Who among the women in Beisang City in this line wouldn’t aspire to be in the Flower Moon Building?

"I... am indeed from the Inner City." Ah Qing felt helpless under the girl’s fervent gaze. She pointed towards the East and said, "I rarely come to this side."

"No wonder." The girl switched the umbrella to her other hand and continued: "We red courtesans are different from you sophisticated ladies; no one thinks about saving silver to leave, as the saying goes..."

The girl lowered herself, her less than good sleeve brushing past Ah Qing’s hand holding the umbrella, smiling: "Auntie taught, life is short, enjoy it while you can."

"Enjoy... while you can?" Ah Qing smelled the thick musk scent on her and was stunned for a while.

"Yes, enjoy it while you can, don’t think about the things later, or what comes in the future... take on the clients you like, buy the snacks you like, be bold with the sisters you like." The ordinary girl spoke a belief that Ah Qing found erroneous: "Do whatever you want to do, just live in the moment."

The girl shook the lunchbox in her hand.

"That girl always said she wanted to try snacks from the Golden Wind Tower, today she took her first client... I bought it for her to try, hmm... she’ll never forget today."

"...I see." Ah Qing fell silent.

She is a half-demon.

Up until now, every scheme was meticulous and detailed, as detailed as could be.

Such ’take it as it comes,’ ’live for today’ attitudes... in her view, it’s irresponsible, deserving of reproach.

Yet Ah Qing now found it quite nice.