Free Web NovelChapter 602: Chapter 164: There’s No Kindness Without Reason in This World! Xie Clan Trading Company (Part 4)
There’s a reason I’ve managed to mix in and get this status.
"Sir, if there’s nothing else, I’ll take my leave now!"
As he spoke, Si Nan bowed and prepared to head out.
But he’d only taken a few steps.
He noticed that the old man who’d come along with Xie Ling’Er was still standing there, clueless, like he didn’t realize anything at all.
"..."
Are all the people in the Xie Clan’s business so oblivious?
Si Nan couldn’t help but grumble to himself.
Don’t tell me you think just because you’re an old geezer you can ignore all this.
As Ye Liuyun’s subordinate—
Si Nan immediately sidled up next to the old man.
"I’ve got a little something I’d like to ask you, mind coming over for a chat?"
"Hm?"
Clearly didn’t expect Si Nan to come after him.
Blanked out for a second, then furrowed his brows, just about to refuse—he was supposed to guard Xie Ling’Er, after all, so he couldn’t wander off too far.
Si Nan seemed to pick up on what he was thinking.
He looked a bit speechless, then leaned in and muttered quietly.
"Don’t tell me you actually don’t know what your miss is here to talk to my boss about!"
"..."
Oh, the old man definitely knew.
He was about to say something else, but Si Nan just dragged him away.
And then the room door shut tight behind them.
Outside the door.
Si Nan and the old man were practically locked in a staring contest.
"So, we just wait out here?"
The old man finally caught on—a moment ago, yeah, he’d really been a bit clueless.
Guess he really was getting old, slowed down a lot about some things these days.
"What else do you expect?"
Si Nan shrugged, looking all matter-of-fact.
"Of course we guard the door. You never know when someone might barge in and bother the boss!"
"What, you wanna go in and watch or something?"
At that,
Si Nan paused, using the moment to size up the old man next to him. The way he looked at him made the poor guy squirm.
"Wouldn’t have guessed—you’re actually kind of a dirty old man, huh!"
"..."
The old man’s face froze when he heard that.
He couldn’t help but ball his fists. If it weren’t for their task, and the fact that this was the Embroidered Uniform Guard, and Si Nan was Ye Liuyun’s favorite right hand...
The old man really wanted to just whack him right then and there.
Dirty?
No one had called him that in years.
He turned around, stood dutifully at his spot, clearly done talking to Si Nan.
But at this moment—
Si Nan grinned from ear to ear, shuffling closer to the old man in a few steps.
"How old are you now, still single? You like the young ones or the mature ladies? I hear the Imperial Music Bureau just got a fresh batch, a few of them are in their forties and fifties."
"They may be a little up there, but I hear they kept themselves real well—still got that allure!"
"So how ’bout it? If you’re interested, I’ll take you out to the brothel tonight, give it a whirl!"
Si Nan didn’t have too many hobbies.
Taking people with him to the brothel—now that, he was downright passionate about.
Dragging someone who’s pushing eighty out for some pleasure? Just thinking about it was hilarious.
While he spoke,
Si Nan couldn’t help but lower his gaze, taking a peek down below. No idea if, at his age, everything still works down there!
Anyone could tell where he was looking—no way the old man missed it.
He was all set to just ignore Si Nan, but after a couple jabs, his face turned beet red—almost liver colored. Got a pretty good flush going.
Especially with that look in his eyes.
"Get lost!"
Finally couldn’t take it anymore and yelled out.
Being an Innate Martial Artist, his aura was far too much for Si Nan, who was still Postnatal. Si Nan’s feet stuttered back a few steps.
But—
That was about it.
"Hmph!"
The old man didn’t bother following up, just let out a heavy "hmph," then stared straight ahead, standing like a stone guardian at the door, not budging an inch!
"Tsk!"
Si Nan, still retreating, steadied his stance pretty quick.
His cultivation wasn’t up to par, but fear? Not his thing.
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