QT_Host_Is_Fierce_C122
by MarineTLChapter 122: The Doomsday Martyr – 5
Ren Xin continued to wander aimlessly through Ghost Street, trading her mixed-grain buns for some jade, gold, and silver. She already had everything else and didn’t need anything else for the time being.
Book Spirit Number One had something to say: “Host, that very ‘biu-tiful’ man has been following you this whole time. He definitely has some ulterior motive. He must be blind as a bat to target you.”
Ren Xin nodded indifferently. “Let him follow. When the time comes, it’s not certain who will be the one suffering!”
Book Spirit Number One thought that made sense, but couldn’t help but worry for the succulent little cabbage1 following behind them.
Taking the elevator up to the twentieth floor, Ren Xin strolled leisurely toward her rental. To her surprise, she saw the man right at her doorstep. He was leaning crookedly against the door with a cigarette dangling from his lips, his eyes narrowed, looking every bit like a local hoodlum.
“What took you so long? I’ve been waiting for a while!” the man grumbled slightly.
Ren Xin: “???” Wasn’t he following behind her? Where did he pop out from?
“Who are you?”
The man said nonchalantly, “Didn’t you want to take me in? I’ve taken the initiative to show up at your door. Pretty observant of me, right?”
Ren Xin expressed her disdain. “I’ve inspected the goods and I’m not satisfied. I’ve decided not to take you in!”
The man arched an eyebrow. “Oh? What part are you unsatisfied with? Do I need to take off my clothes so you can confirm?”
Ren Xin’s eyes immediately lit up. Oh my… they were all pitiful souls, and since he was practically begging her, she, a kind-hearted little white ginseng2, simply couldn’t refuse. She’d just take a look; she promised not to touch, okay!
Book Spirit Number One: “…” Had this wild mountain ginseng gone through a drought? How could she be this thirsty?
Ren Xin confirmed once more, “You really don’t want money?”
The man nodded with a hint of a smile, indicating he was as serious as could be.
Immediately, Ren Xin excitedly dragged the man into the room, looking like a lecherous, greasy middle-aged man about to ravage a delicate little flower.
Once inside, Ren Xin adopted the persona of a domineering CEO and declared, “Do it yourself!”
The man asked in confusion, “Do what?”
Ren Xin gave him a look of contempt. He clearly wasn’t a professional; no wonder he didn’t want money!
“Use your hands and take off your clothes!”
The man: “…”
“Aren’t we going to give each other a simple self-introduction first?”
Ren Xin didn’t think that was necessary. She wasn’t here for a job interview; she was just a simple patron.
The man: “…” A patron? Then what was he?
“A host? A gigolo? Anything works, whatever you like.”
The man’s exasperation was practically tangible. He introduced himself: “You can call me Wen Ci. Got it?”
Ren Xin thought about it and decided she didn’t really want to remember it. “Then I’ll just call you Number Two from now on.”
Wen Ci narrowed his eyes. “Number Two? Then who is Number One?”
The victim, Book Spirit Number One, had already fled in panic.
Ren Xin rolled her eyes. Freebies were always so tedious. Just wait and see how she would ruin him!
Before Ren Xin could make a move, Wen Ci’s walkie-talkie chirped. “Boss, something’s come up. Return immediately!”
Upon hearing this, Wen Ci’s expression turned serious. Without a hint of hesitation, he said, “Ren Xin, wait for me to come find you next time!”
With that, he beat it!
Ren Xin: “???” So, who exactly was patronizing whom?
The handsome little duck3 she had in her grasp had flown away; the ginseng was a bit unhappy!
Since there was no one to keep her company, she would just sleep alone.
In the middle of the night, she felt someone unlock the door and enter. Ren Xin didn’t want to move, not until the person gently and carefully took her into his arms.
Ren Xin: “???”
Wen Ci whispered, “It’s me.”
Ren Xin: “…” Who do you think you are? Are we that close?
Wen Ci settled in to sleep right after speaking. Ren Xin figured she’d wait until she woke up tomorrow to demand an explanation. Such a warm bed was no place to pick a fight!
Both of them fell asleep. Whether the sun had risen outside was unknown, but Ren Xin knew she had slept her fill and needed to get up to feed herself.
Translator’s Notes
- little cabbage: In Chinese slang, ‘little cabbage’ (xiao baicai) often refers to someone who is pitiful, innocent, or easily taken advantage of, originating from a folk song about an orphan. ↩
- little white ginseng: A play on the term ‘little white flower’ (innocent/pure girl). Here it refers to Ren Xin’s true identity as a ginseng spirit, while also mocking her supposed ‘innocence’ in this situation. ↩
- little duck: In Chinese slang, ‘duck’ (ya zi) is a common euphemism for a male sex worker or gigolo. ↩
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