Chapter 75: Isn’t the family’s reputation ruined by my own hands?

"Hey, old grandson, if you really want to settle that matter, just listen to me, sit here and rest for a while, and relax!" Xu Luo waved his hand, looking confident, "I dare to guarantee that when you leave, you will feel much more at ease."

"If you just walk away now, aren't you afraid that the guilt in your heart will poke you from time to time?" Xu Luo raised his eyebrows, as if he saw through Changsun Wuji's thoughts.

When Changsun Wuji heard this, his expression was twisted as if he had eaten bitter melon, and he was so conflicted. Before dawn today, he hurried to the outskirts of the city to find Xu Luo, but he didn't know that this guy actually took him to a brothel. He didn't know what his plan was. Did he want him to accept these beautiful women? Thinking of this, Changsun Wuji's heart was beating fast. After all, he was born in a famous family. At his age, he still had to set an example for his son. If he really had a lot of fun in this brothel, how could he have the face to educate his son in the future? Wouldn't the family's reputation be ruined in his own hands?
While I was daydreaming, I could vaguely hear a woman's laughter outside the door. Then, the door was pushed open, and Miss Hongyun walked in with wine and food. Her eyes were rolling, and there was a smile on the corners of her lips. Her figure was even more curvy, making people unable to help but look at her a few more times.

"Mr. Han, I'm sorry to come so early. I just prepared a few side dishes. I hope you don't mind." Hong Yun said as he placed the wine and dishes on the table one by one. His movements were as graceful as dancing.

But at this time, Xu Luo's eyes were not on the wine and food. Instead, he looked absent-minded, as if he was thinking about something.

"Miss Hongyun, those women outside are lining up in a long queue!" Xu Luo said jokingly with a smile on his face, "Have they all heard of my great name as the fortune teller Ma Yi and come here to ask for divination?"

"Sir, please don't mind!" Hong Yun hurried out, "I'll go tell them right away, don't disturb your fun."

Before she finished speaking, Xu Luo reached out to stop her. He rolled his eyes and said with a smile, "No need to bother. I came here with my eldest grandson today, and hey, I just forgot to bring my purse!"

"How about this, let them come in one by one, and I'll calculate the cost for them, and it will be considered as payment for today's food and drinks, how about it?" Xu Luo's mouth curled up into a smug smile.

Miss Hongyun frowned slightly, her bright eyes flickered in hesitation, her chest rose and fell, and she seemed a little reluctant: "Sir, it is an honor for Hongyun to visit my humble home. How can I accept your money?"

Xu Luo waved his hand and said seriously: "I am most afraid of owing favors to others. I appreciate Miss Hongyun's kindness, but you should still do as I say."

Hongyun bit her lip and finally nodded. She turned her slender waist and walked out slowly.

Changsun Wuji, who was standing by, was completely confused. He scratched his chin and muttered, "Come to a brothel for fortune-telling? What is Xu Luo doing? Besides, how could I, the Changsun, lack this little wine money?" His confused look seemed to be saying, how could there be such a strange thing in the world.

Chang Sun Wuji's heart seemed to be pierced by Xu Luo's words. He was so embarrassed that he was speechless. He could only sit there quietly and observe what would happen next. He thought to himself, favors are easy to owe, but difficult to repay.

At this time, the door creaked open, and a girl of about seventeen or eighteen walked in. This was Xiaodie. She was pretty, wearing a gorgeous dress, and walked lightly in front of Xu Luo. She bowed slightly and said softly, "Xiaodie greets Mr. Han." Xu Luo smiled and replied, "Miss Xiaodie, please sit down. I wonder what you want to calculate?"

After Xiaodie sat down, a trace of determination and worry flashed in her bright eyes. She said, "Sir, can you help Xiaodie calculate the number of a person to see if he is still alive?" Xu Luo and Changsun Wuji were both stunned. Xu Luo asked curiously, "Could it be your relative?" Xiaodie bit her lip and replied, "It's my younger brother." The air seemed to freeze for a moment. Xu Luo nodded slightly and said, "Okay, tell me your brother's birth date." At this time, Xiaodie had lost her previous charm, leaving only strength and worry. Her eyes were slightly red and tears were flashing, like a petal containing dew, fragile yet strong.

At this moment, as if to break the silence, Xiaodie's action suddenly made the atmosphere a little more relaxed. She seemed to remember something, and the corners of her mouth slightly raised, revealing a small dimple. That look made people want to gently touch her smooth neck and feel the youthful vitality. However, her eyes quickly regained their firmness, and all the temptation turned into deep concern for her brother.

Xiaodie spoke slowly, with a trace of sadness between her brows: "Mr. Han, my father was once an official in the Sui Dynasty. After the world changed, he was imprisoned after entering the Tang Dynasty. My younger brother was even exiled to the border." There was a bit of helplessness in her words, "I myself became an official and fell to this point."

Her words seemed to carry the scent of brothel powder, but they could not hide her concern for her relatives: "More than ten years have passed, and my brother's appearance is still clear in my mind. I always want to know if he is still alive, even if it's just for comfort."

As she spoke, Xiaodie's eyes turned red, tears welled up in them, and her fingers gently brushed her earlobes, that action was a silent temptation: "Even if it's just to know that he is still alive, it's enough for me."

At this time, Xu Luo nodded gently, picked up the wine glass, with deep meaning in his eyes, picked two petals from the vase and gently put them into the wine. The wine was gently shaken, and the petals danced with it.

After a while, he put the wine glass down, the wine surface gradually calmed down, one petal gently floated on the water, and the other two sank to the bottom of the glass. Seeing this scene, Xu Luo couldn't help but smile with satisfaction.

Xiaodie watched nervously, her chest rising and falling slightly, her hands clasped tightly together, hoping to hear good news from Xu Luo. Tears drew a seductive arc on her cheeks, and her silky hair swayed gently in the wind, as if adding a touch of tenderness to her waiting.

"Miss Xiaodie, don't worry, your brother is not dead!" Xu Luo said seriously.

Xiaodie's expression became complicated when she heard this, and then she showed incredible joy. "Sir, are you telling the truth? My brother, is he really still alive?"

Xu Luo smiled slightly and nodded affirmatively. "Indeed, he is still alive."

"That's great!" Xiaodie cried with joy, tears rolling down her fair cheeks. Although her smile was bright, it could not hide the flow of tears.

She stood up slowly, bowed lightly to Xu Luo, then walked out of the door with staggering steps, muttering to herself, "He is still alive, my brother is still alive..." The choked voice pierced Changsun Wuji's heart like a needle.

(End of this chapter)