In Love With My Fierce Farming Wife!
Chapter 1231 - 1143: Grip

Chapter 1231: Chapter 1143: Grip

Miss Hanmei’s face still bore a modest, elegant smile as she forcefully withdrew her hand from the grasp of the other.

Her words remained clear and crisp, "Young Master Ning truly is thoughtful. Now that Miss Hanmei has come, please honor our previous agreement and release my maidservant."

Su Ke’s eyebrow quirked in surprise!

No wonder this renowned top courtesan of Wentao Pavilion had come to this place! It turned out her maidservant was being held by this Young Master Ning.

Qin Hui leaned in close, whispering into Su Ke’s ear with a voice only the two of them could hear.

"This gentleman is the nephew of the Ning Transit Commissioner of Lin’an; he came to the capital with his four cousins. The Ning Transit Commissioner controls all the grain transport ships converging in Lin’an, manages their deployment and urges the southern provinces to transport grain to the capital via the canal, then distributes official salt and other goods throughout the country by ship. He truly is a rich noble, wealthy enough to rival a country."

Countless ships came and went at the Canal Wharf daily. So many people relied on it to feed their families, and the profits involved were enormous; it was a sector even His Majesty wished to regulate, yet found it beyond his reach to control.

Su Ke was quite astonished.

Unexpectedly, this seemingly ordinary Young Master Ning had such a significant background.

But on reflection, it seemed entirely normal. If not for the control the Ning Transit Commissioner had over the economic lifeline of the nation, where would Young Master Ning find such overwhelming confidence?

"Don’t worry so much, Miss Hanmei," the young noble said nonchalantly. "I simply invited your maidservant for a relaxing boat ride. Once she tires herself out, she’ll naturally return. There’s no issue of ’releasing’ her, now, is there?"

Young Master Ning didn’t feel he had done anything wrong at all, rather, he laughed heartily.

Miss Hanmei just sat there with a smile on her face, silent.

"Miss Hanmei, you needn’t be like this. As long as you take good care of our young master and his companions, it’s not just a maidservant you’ll be rewarded with—ten or even a hundred could be placed into the palm of your hand."

"I only want my maidservant."

Miss Hanmei’s voice was unusually cold and firm, "In Miss Hanmei’s heart, she is more family than anyone I’ve known since childhood, incomparable to unknown nobodies."

Her statement was definitive!

"Very well, very well, I promise you," the young master said eagerly. "Just take good care of us tonight, and not only will I send your maidservant back to you, but I will also buy your freedom. How about that?"

To a young noble like him, she was just one of many women. Even with a modest reputation, she was nothing more than an object to be used and discarded.

Something flickered in Miss Hanmei’s eyes, appearing and vanishing so swiftly that, by the time Su Ke looked again, a fittingly shallow smile was once again spread across her face.

"Miss Hanmei is grateful for Young Master Ning’s generous affections. Unfortunately, I fear I lack the fortune to remain at Young Master Ning’s side."

Miss Hanmei rose and bowed towards Young Master Ning, then voluntarily picked up the wine jar to pour wine for everyone.

"What do you mean, having fortune or not? If I say you’re fortunate, then you are fortunate! I may not dare claim much, but the silver needed to support you is certainly within my means. I have long heard that Miss Hanmei’s singing is unrivaled, perhaps Miss Hanmei could sing a few lines for us all to enjoy. Hahaha..."

Young Master Ning laughed triumphantly.

When it came to conquering a woman, he had long been practiced and assured.

The three other nobles beside him also laughed smugly, surrounding Miss Hanmei with eyes filled thickly with lecherous intentions.

"If the young masters desire a song, Miss Hanmei dares not refuse."

Without much resistance, Miss Hanmei agreed.

The two maidservants by her side were also poised and ready, one playing the zither for her and the other pulling at the erhu. Miss Hanmei began singing the well-known tune of "Water Melody," her voice smooth and more pleasing to the ear than even her looks.

Qin Hui wanted to get closer, but seeing Su Ke’s continuously unpleasant expression, dared not approach and appeared somewhat constrained. Even Qin Hui didn’t dare to step forward, let alone Qin Hua and Qin Bin.

Su Ke noticed the discomfort of the others and simply got up, "I’m stepping out for a bit, I’ll be back shortly."

He escaped using the excuse of having to pee.

Once outside, the air felt lighter, relieving Su Ke quite a bit.

Strolling slowly along the corridor, his ears were filled with the sounds of people playing drinking games and singing, leaving his mood indescribable.

But just as he reached the corner at the end of the hallway, not yet having made it to the toilet, suddenly a fat figure collided with him.

"Ow! Who is it, seeking death? To actually dare bump into me, your nanny!"

The plump figure cursed softly.

She had been sent by the young lady, searching around the tavern for quite a while without locating anyone, so she was particularly irate.

Where had this clumsy fool come from?

Unexpectedly, he had bumped right into her, knocking her to the ground.

Without bothering to get up, she started cursing preemptively.

Su Ke was also knocked back several steps before regaining his balance, and just as he was about to ask if she was hurt, she flew into a rage.

"Oh! So you’d like to be my nanny, huh? Too bad, I wouldn’t go for someone like... you," Su Ke said, looking her up and down with utmost disdain.

Mouthing off with curses the moment she opened her mouth, who knew where this foul servant came from! Despite feeling he had seen her somewhere before, he didn’t give it much thought.

The moment Su Ke spoke, the plump maidservant had already recognized him.

Her mouth was agape, big enough to fit a duck egg, as she stared at him, dumbfounded.

But Su Ke wasn’t interested in dawdling there with her, and after a casual remark, he turned and entered the toilet. By the time he emerged, the fat maidservant was nowhere to be seen.

It took him quite some effort to finally return to the private room, a full hour later.

Miss Hanmei had already finished her song and was sitting elegantly on the side, sipping clear tea. Meanwhile, Young Master Ning proudly presented his masterpiece to Su Ke for appraisal.

"Come, Brother Su, take a look. This is a casual scribble by yours truly. I kindly ask for Brother Su’s advice."

With just a glance, Su Ke saw clearly the "excellent work" in his hand.

It was a painting, and what a painting it was—an infamous illustration of "** Mei," a visual offense.

The implications hidden within the crooked poetry were not hard to spot, revealing the intentions of the group.

However, what truly changed Su Ke’s expression was not the painting, but the poem written beside it.

He would not mention the content of the crooked poem; the most important part was the person who wrote it, with handwriting resembling a dog’s crawl, yet pretentiously scrawled in wild cursive, covering half of the painting, making it impossible for anyone to look straight at it.