Chapter 90 Familiar Face

Chapter 90: An Acquaintance

Lü Rou glanced over, quickly averted her gaze, lowered her eyes, and reached out to wrap the waist-high skirt around Cheng Ge's waist.

"Young master, you should eat more at meals; your waist is truly too thin."

Hearing this, Cheng Ge's face turned bright red in an instant, and he subtly puffed out his belly.

"Uh... don't judge by how it looks now; my waist used to be really something.

And let me tell you, you can't just judge things by their surface.

Sure, it's thin, but it's also really supple—it's amazing in a fight."

Unexpectedly, the more Cheng Ge talked, the deeper Lü Rou buried her head, lips tightly pressed together, face turning red from holding back.

She tightened the sash a bit more, carefully adjusting the folds and the length of the skirt to fit Cheng Ge's figure.

Once everything was set, Cheng Ge jumped twice in place, looked down a few times, and nodded with satisfaction, "Mm, shouldn't fall off."

Suddenly, his gaze landed on his own chest, and he frowned.

Then he scanned the room several times, spotting a few steamed buns on a low table.

Cheng Ge's eyes lit up, quickly walked over, grabbed two buns, and without hesitation stuffed them into the front of his robes.

Immediately, his chest looked much fuller, and he pinched them twice with a satisfied "biu biu": "Perfect!"

Seeing this, Dahuang excitedly circled Cheng Ge several times, wagging his tail like crazy.

Lü Rou watched from the side, the corner of her mouth twitching slightly. She knew this yellow dog well.

Back at the villa, he always liked to run after pretty girls.

"Alright, this'll do."

Cheng Ge patted Lü Rou's shoulder. "Thanks for the trouble. I'm heading out for a bit; tell Cui Ji not to wait for me for dinner tonight."

At the prince's mansion gate, the cicadas' song was intoxicating, and the guards on duty were all a little sluggish.

Suddenly, a figure dressed in red gracefully stepped over the threshold. The guards instantly snapped to attention, turning to look.

They saw a woman with a light veil, wearing a thin gauze ruqun, her waist slender as a willow, as if a spring breeze could encircle it.

Cheng Ge held a round silk fan he'd swiped from Lü Rou, half-covering his chin.

He tapped the tip of his nose with the fan's edge, tilted his head, and cast a casual glance at the guards.

The ends of his eyes were slightly upturned, like a curved blade that could gouge out one's heart, inadvertently revealing a hint of coquettishness.

The huadian on his forehead gleamed like vermilion blood on paper, complementing the hibiscus flower in his hair—truly a beauty surpassing peach and plum, surpassing the spring breeze.

The guards' hearts were pounding wildly; their bodies instantly stiffened, heads slightly raised, eyes fixed straight ahead.

Seeing their reaction, Cheng Ge's heart began to pound nervously.

He wondered, *Could it be that the men here don't go for this type?* He mused silently as he swayed his hips out of the mansion.

Once Cheng Ge was far off, the guards couldn't hold it in anymore. Several heads quickly huddled together, wiping away nosebleeds.

"Who's that girl? Haven't seen her before."

"Didn't the prince send away all those women last time? Could the emperor have foisted a new one on our prince?"

"Haven't heard anyone mention it. I don't think so. Oh, didn't Master Cheng take in a concubine a couple of days ago? Could it be..."

Everyone nodded in succession upon hearing this. "Master Cheng is truly blessed!"

Night fell, and the Emerald Cloud Tower was festooned with lanterns, the street outside was jammed with carriages blocking the road.

A head peeked out from behind a carriage in the corner, looking left and right.

Just then, another carriage pulled up from the side, and the curtain was thrown open eagerly.

A man in a sky-blue robe was helped down from the carriage by several maidservants, his body still swaying a bit unsteadily.

Seeing this, Cheng Ge dodged left and right with slick moves and smoothly merged into that entourage.

The doorkeeper was carefully checking the guests' identities.

Cheng Ge's heartbeat quickened; he rubbed his palms on his skirt nervously.

One by one, the people ahead entered, and soon it was Cheng Ge's turn.

"Why is the maid wearing a veil? Not sick, are you? Take off your veil."

As soon as those words were spoken, the young master ahead and his servants instinctively started to turn around.

Cheng Ge's heart skipped a beat, and he pointed upstairs and shouted, "Lady Rumeng has come out!"

Everyone's attention was drawn, and they began jostling each other, asking, "Where? Where is Lady Rumeng?"

Taking advantage of the chaos, Cheng Ge crouched down and quickly slipped into the Emerald Cloud Tower.

Inside, the tower was filled with songs and dances, the fragrance of wine wafting, and incessant giggling and chatter.

The Emerald Cloud Tower had three floors; the higher the floor, the more distinguished the guests.

Without a second thought, Cheng Ge headed straight for the third floor.

Each floor had several bouncers stationed, ready to remove anyone causing trouble.

Clearly, the tower had such a reputation in the capital that after all these years, no one dared to cause trouble—implying powerful backing.

Seeing the bouncers guarding the stairway, Cheng Ge was unperturbed.

He slowed his pace, puffed out his chest, relaxed his stiff body, and swayed forward like a water snake, seemingly unafraid of twisting his waist.

The bouncers were all burly, with fierce eyes and menacing expressions.

Cheng Ge approached slowly, his sleeve accidentally brushing the arm of one bouncer, his eyes holding a mix of feigned reproach and a smile.

The bouncer's fierce look faded at the touch, replaced by a lecherous grin.

Without thinking, he raised his hand and slapped straight at Cheng Ge's butt.

Cheng Ge twisted his slender waist quickly, barely dodging the slap.

But his smile didn't fade; his eyes were full of mock anger as he tapped the man's hand with his round fan.

The thug, seeing him like this, was itching with desire and muttered under his breath, "You little slut…"

"Madam Fang told me to go find Master Liu. I had a few too many drinks just now and forgot which room he's in."

Hearing this, the thug pointed to the private room at the end of the upstairs hallway. "Master Liu is in the last room. Hurry up."

Cheng Ge giggled his thanks, swayed his hips as he climbed the stairs, and headed toward the private room at the end.

But just then, a familiar figure emerged from a side compartment.

Zhang Qinghang, already a bit tipsy, had stepped out to get some fresh air when he unexpectedly ran straight into Cheng Ge.

One look was all it took for Zhang Qinghang to sober up.

His hand moved faster than his mind, and without a second thought, he reached out and blocked him, staring straight into his face.

Cheng Ge hadn't expected to run into this jerk here, but he didn't want to get entangled with him right now.

He side-stepped, his face expressionless, and tried to slip past.

Coming to his senses, Zhang Qinghang refused to let it go. He lunged forward and grabbed Cheng Ge's wrist tightly.

"Ah! What are you doing?" Cheng Ge said in a falsetto, trying to shake him off.

"What's your name?" Zhang Qinghang demanded, ignoring everything else.

After all, the person before him looked far too much like Cheng Ge—that ungrateful bastard who had played him time and again.

Cheng Ge felt like slapping this moron senseless, but he knew he couldn't act rashly now.

Just then, the corner of his eye caught another familiar figure!

Overjoyed, Cheng Ge tore himself free from Zhang Qinghang's grip and, like a swallow diving into the forest, threw himself toward that person.

Zhou Yinyun was peering downstairs, wondering when Lady Rumeng would finally come out.

Suddenly, a waft of fragrant breeze swept toward him, and a figure flew into his arms without warning. He instinctively reached out to catch him.

Cheng Ge clung tightly to Zhou Yinyun and said in a sweet voice, "Young master, I've been looking all over for you."