The proprietress

[The Boss Lady] - A
Watercolor Rhythm Post,
May 28, 2012:

While I might not be the most beautiful woman in the city, I'm certainly second to none. A stunning face, a captivating figure, full breasts, a slender waist, and a pert

, shapely bottom. Every man who comes to the shop stares at me. Since I started helping out at the age of 14, the shop's business has skyrocketed, and there's a reason for that. After I took over the business, business became even better. Good business naturally brings rewards and incentives from the Merchants' Association. Other jade merchants from various regions send people here to learn from my experience, and there are many more upstream jade suppliers to choose from, not to mention other jade producers secretly supplying jade to me.

He walked steadily to my side, then lifted me up like a child, wrapping me in his warm, broad embrace. His憨厚 (honest and simple) laughter continued unabated, and it took him a while to finally speak: "Does it hurt? Hahahahahahahaha!" Then another burst of laughter followed.
It seemed I possessed everything—wealth, fame, even the ability to recognize jade was not lacking. But what troubled me was that beneath this glamorous exterior lay an unspeakable sorrow: the sorrow of my son-in-law.
That incompetent son-in-law, aside from breaking my hymen on our wedding night, was practically helpless during every sexual encounter. Eventually, he even admitted that he had taken medication on our wedding night, but afterwards, no matter what medication he took, he couldn't get an erection. I don't know if it was the fake medication or if he managed to achieve virility once with the help of the drug. In any case, the days that followed were filled with a profound, unrequited love, a cold and distant respect. Life.

The first thing I did after taking over the business was to force him to write a divorce agreement. To save face, the content could conceal his true character. I also gave him a sum of money, urging him to leave as far away from the city as possible. He had entered into the family as an orphan; letting him go now saved me a lot of trouble.
The next problem wasn't small either.
Aside from the fact that my family's bloodline would end in my hands, I'm a mature woman, and I also have desires for men. Sigh… I can deal with my own desires, but I still yearn to experience what it's like to have a man, and I want a child to continue this business.

The young mistress of the wealthy Cheng Lan Duan family is also infertile, but I heard she recently became pregnant, I don't know how. Although her master is lavish with her in my business, the way he looks at me without any desire is obvious. A man who never touches women, suddenly getting pregnant—there must be something fishy
going on. I wonder if there's any way to find out the truth. Am I destined to be a rich, single woman forever?

She sat wearily in the pavilion, resting her chin on her hand, completely oblivious to the book in front of her.

Hmm, men... I wonder if doing *that* with a man feels as good as touching yourself. Putting aside the almost forgotten, disgusting wedding night, the novels on the market often depict sex scenes quite well, even though the authors are probably all men. I still quite enjoy reading them.

Reading them arouses my desire, which is often one of the easiest ways to fall asleep on sleepless nights. Once that desire is stimulated, I always sleep soundly.

She tilted her head, resting her chin on her hand, looking at her reflection in the lake beside the pavilion: big eyes, a small nose, and full, bright red lips; her skin was soft and white; her figure was amazing, with large breasts and a wide waist. With her slender, round hips, such a perfect woman, how come she's so unlucky in love?

Hmm, she's unwilling to lower herself to marry an old man or become someone's concubine. Should she adopt a child somewhere?

Lost in her fantasies, a young maidservant entered, her face flushed. "Madam, a young man claiming to be a merchant from the Merchant Alliance has presented you with this letter." She respectfully handed over the letter with both hands and then politely withdrew from the pavilion.

Curious, I glanced at her flushed face; she was probably a fairly good-looking man, already showing signs of lust at such a young age. Ah, youth is truly wonderful; one can easily fall for this or that. This old man can only pitifully yearn for the ideal man in his imagination. The men in this city, no matter what, I can't find any of them appealing.

Taking the letter from the maidservant, I didn't comment on the pretty handwriting on the envelope and immediately opened it. It was from the Merchant Alliance headquarters, sent here for training. The Merchant Alliance was about to open a new... A branch store sent Renpan to learn about the business's operations, layout, and pricing.

She lazily put her hand on her maid's arm and rose, gracefully taking steps. "Ah, if only I could just send these people to the guest quarters to rest," she thought.

Passing the flowerbed, she entered the main hall from the back courtyard of the large store. As always, dozens of customers were browsing the spacious hall, selecting jade. She nodded and smiled at the female customers, returning even more charming smiles to the men who glanced at her. "

Look, look," she thought, "it won't cost me anything. A little more looking can lead to a sale, it's not a bad thing."
Most of the customers from the same city were regulars. The man leaning against the counter to the left of the entrance, head bowed as he looked at the jade counter, caught my eye. What a handsome man! His profile was like a work of art, tall and imposing. Unlike anyone I'd ever seen before, he also exuded a predatory air, like a bandit, arrogant and tyrannical.

"Such a man, a shopkeeper? I find it hard to believe. He seems more suited to an adventurous merchant venturing into the Western Regions in search of goods, or a loan shark. In
any case, since he's from above, I should greet him politely."

He turned his head to look at me at the sound of my voice, his thick eyebrows arching into a smug smile. His dark eyes unabashedly scanned me from head to toe, finally lingering on my ample chest for a long time. After staring for a while, he straightened up, his tone languid. "I've heard so much about you, ma'am,"

a deep voice sent a shiver down my spine. As he straightened, his chin gradually lifted. He was actually a head taller than me, even though many men in this city were shorter than me.

This man had a great physique, broad shoulders and a muscular build. His large, calloused, bronze hands clearly indicated he wasn't a gigolo. My eyes crinkled with laughter, amazed by the attention this man was giving me. Feeling superior to those scoundrels, I said, "This way, please." Noticing the women in the shop were all stealing glances at him, I laughed even harder.

There were only the two of us in the room, and his gaze became even more unrestrained. He openly and boldly looked me over with admiration, then his gaze lingered on my body below the neck with a distinctly different glint in his eyes. His reply, however, was completely at odds with his expression: "I only have three days before I have to leave to arrange things at the new shop. The proprietress thinks any arrangement is fine."

His fiery gaze, for the first time, made me feel pleasure while being looked at. Was it because of his bandit-like air? The reason I'd always looked down on the men of this city was because I liked strange men? I shifted my gaze, smiling amusedly, and sat casually opposite him, presenting him with my alluring body—a body that could charm any woman—with even greater generosity. "The journal says..." "The equipment that the young master of the jade merchant wanted to see could actually be obtained within half a day. Young Master Ye, perhaps you have other goals?"

Ah, I love his gaze; it makes me proud and arrogant. Only a beautiful and capable woman could win such attention. I bent my index finger, twirling a strand of hair around it, while smilingly observing his broad chest, narrow waist, and long legs. I wonder, what would it feel like to be with him…?

His thick eyebrows seemed to read my mind, and he raised a wicked brow. "Naturally, I want to spend more time with the legendary proprietress. The entire business alliance speaks highly of her, both for her business and for her as a person." He slowly stood up and walked to me. Only when I was almost looking up at him did he slowly bend down, close to my ear, and whisper, "The business alliance says the proprietress is to be viewed from afar and not to be trifled with. Is the proprietress's gaze seducing me, or testing me?"

So direct? I laughed, a clear, amused laugh. I glanced at the light in his eyes, narrowing them alluringly, my breath sweet as orchids. I was so close to his lips, barely a finger's width away, when I whispered, "Tonight, midnight."

His dark eyes narrowed. He didn't kiss me, but his large hand swiftly grasped my breast, squeezing it hard. Then he strode away, his sensual lips radiating masculine pride and satisfaction.

I rested my chin on one hand, gently stroking my sore breast with the other, my smile utterly captivating.

I'd actually hooked a decent-looking man! I could play with him and then dump him—why not?
Midnight. The night was deep and still.

Alone, I went to the guest courtyard. Just as I reached the door, it was suddenly flung open, and I was forcefully pulled inside. The door slammed shut, and I was pressed against it. A man's lips covered mine, hungry and greedy.
Tasting the sucking and rubbing of his lips, I felt it wasn't bad, so I opened my lips and let his tongue explore inside, while simultaneously exploring him, rubbing and wriggling, until his kiss moved to my sensitive neck, then he breathed and chuckled softly, "Young Master Ye, I think there are marks on my back from the wooden stake." His strong body held me tightly, which felt very stimulating, but this was a bit unbearable.

He picked me up in one swift motion, and as I hugged his neck in surprise, he pressed his face directly between my breasts, rubbing them together. His deep voice, already a little hoarse, was filled with desire, "Boss lady, you're so cute that I want to give you a good massage."

Good heavens, such direct words, good heavens, I actually found it even more stimulating, and the secret between my legs involuntarily tightened. Compared to my own play, the speed was so fast that I was surprised to feel wet, and I giggled, "There are no servants to serve you in this guest house at night, you can do whatever you want with me." Wow, I'm so looking forward to it, I wonder if it will feel even more comfortable than my own caresses.
His brows furrowed deeply. "No wonder, the stories you tell are all erotic tales set in the red-light district. You must have read quite a few, right?"
He raised his index finger, smiling with unparalleled pride. "I can tell you stories all night long."

"Oh? So compatible?" He strode over and carried me to the large bed, bending down to place me on it with incredible gentleness. With a swift movement, he carelessly tossed off my simple coat. Gazing at my naked, perfect figure, he narrowed his eyes and gasped. "Much more beautiful than I imagined." He cupped my breasts in his hands and began to knead them vigorously.

I closed my eyes, tilted my head back, and murmured, "Mmm..." I rarely studied my own breasts and had no idea that being touched would be so stimulating. He was very strong, and the pain, almost as if he was going to crush them, only made it more pleasurable.

He threw off all his clothes, trampling on my breasts as he lowered his head and started sucking.
The sharp pain made me push him away unhappily, and he quickly loosened his grip, licking and biting my nipples alternately. "It's hard, boss lady. Bend over and let me suck your breasts properly."

"Stick your ass up." He grabbed my buttocks and thrust inside me almost the moment I lifted them.
The words he spoke were exactly the same kind of vulgarity found in the cheap novels on the market. Although it sounded a bit unpleasant, it was really enjoyable. Hearing this made me want to offer myself to him even more, letting him play with me. Was it too much of a waste that this man could only be played with for three days?

"Oh..." (I groaned, almost a sigh, my hands supporting my body behind me, my legs spread wide by his powerful frame, my sensitive opening unable to resist the hot, grinding sensation of his penis. The pleasure was indescribable, far more stimulating than any description I'd heard.

"Such a slender waist." He grabbed my waist and lifted me up, (startling me as he pressed my lower body tightly against his erect penis, "making your breasts look even bigger, boss lady."

He raised an eyebrow at me, then laughed loudly, maliciously thrusting his hips forward. "Oh?"

My empty opening was pressed inward, and I gasped. "Mmm..." I couldn't help but press my forehead against his shoulder, moaning and biting his shoulder. The sensation was so stimulating, being drained yet still craving more.)
"You moan so lewdly, I love it." He laid me down on the bed and began kissing my entire body. His kisses were rough, a mixture of sucking, licking, and biting. I

was a little worried that my skin would be marked, but the more forceful his actions were, the happier I felt. I spread my legs wide, wiggling my buttocks, "Mmm, more... Young Master Yu..." When his hand touched my private parts, hooked his middle finger, and thrust it in hard, I arched my back and cried out, "Ah... there..." This is what it feels like to have something inserted into me, so happy, so comfortable, the thrusting and pulling, making my back almost break.
"So wet, boss lady, your little hole is so tight, your previous man must have been very small." He chuckled maliciously, his finger bending and straightening, sometimes thrusting, sometimes circling left and right.
"Ahhh...no...there...ahhh..." I desperately tightened my aroused vagina, the pleasure he aroused was too quick. When he squeezed in the second finger, I thought I was going to collapse. "No...Young Master Yu...I'm going to come...ahhhhhh..." My nerves were stretched to the extreme, and then exploded!
I screamed and thrust my buttocks upwards, stiffened for a moment, and then convulsed.

His finger was pressed deeply into the very core of my vagina, not moving, but enjoying my helpless squeezing. "You came with just a finger, so sensitive, boss lady."

Panting, I slightly opened my eyes to look at him, licked my upper lip, and smiled slyly, "Is that all you can do?" I glanced down at his waist, his purplish-red penis thick and huge, the veins on his penis bulging, it looked so powerful. "Didn't you say you were going to play with me hard? Come on." She said this intentionally, even mimicking his raised eyebrows, her smile provocative and mischievous.

He didn't say anything, just straightened me up, spreading my legs wider.

Actually, I was a little scared, and I closed my eyes tightly to avoid him, feeling that thick, hard thing forcefully parting my tender flesh, deeply penetrating, leaving no cracks, filling me completely, "Ahhhhhh..." It hurt so much, it was so swollen, my lower abdomen was about to bulge out, how could it look so different from what I felt?

Fortunately, the orgasm just now made the stimulation of this negotiation less sharp, the slight pain and sadness were almost negligible under the intense pleasure, the unprecedented fullness almost made me unable to breathe, after his brutal thrusting (down) I finally came to my senses, he really thrust so hard, even the softest flesh deep inside was forcefully squeezed open by him.

"Is it good? You slutty boss lady." He gritted his teeth, forcefully lifting my legs with both hands, thrusting into me two or three times in succession. "Such a small hole, it feels so good! Boss lady, do you want me to fuck you like this?"
My hands haphazardly caressed his hard chest, and I shook my head and moaned, "Yes... mmm... so deep... so big... mmm... it's going to split open..." The intense friction, itchy yet pleasurable, the inherent masculine brutality vibrated to the deepest part of my body, destructively and repeatedly pounding into my tender inner core. It was so stimulating, my scalp was about to tingle.

He roared, "Oh... you slutty boss lady, I'll fuck you to death!"

The excessively fierce thrusts brought about the splashing of fluids and the continuous sounds of flesh colliding, sounds I had never heard before. I felt both embarrassed and incredibly satisfied, so satisfied that I was willing to cooperate with whatever he did.

It was like being burned alive, my whole body itching and burning. The place he had abused was strangely spreading a soothing poison throughout my body. Unable to think, I only wanted more. "Mmm... harder... harder... ahhh..."

He suddenly spread my legs wide and lifted me up, making my buttocks dangle downwards, pressing against me. "Boss lady, be more lewd... such a beautiful woman uttering such vulgar words makes me so happy." With that, he abruptly pulled out. "Turn around, kneel."

Oh? The legendary rear-entry position? Despite my weak limbs, I curiously got up and turned around, kneeling on the bed.
"Mmm..." I lowered my head, the terrifying feeling of being pierced engulfing my entire body. I couldn't see him, only clutching the blankets tightly. The new stimulation almost made me weak.

He gripped my waist with both hands, pressing down hard. "Like a little bitch? Boss lady? Say it, you're a little bitch!"

"Mmm...no..." I tried to tighten my grip, but only it made him bite harder. The friction was too intense; he thrust harder and harder.

"So you don't want it anymore? Huh?" He suddenly slowed down, slowly pulling out. "Really don't want it?" As soon as he finished speaking, he thrust in deeply again.

"Ah!" I screamed. It was too stimulating. The slow friction made the rough action even more stimulating.
"Aren't you a little bitch?" He said, slowly withdrawing. Just as I breathed a sigh of relief, he thrust in deeply again.

"I can't take it anymore, I'm, I'm a little bitch." He cried out repeatedly. Even though it was very exciting, his behavior always made me feel like I had a lump in my throat. I was really afraid of being killed. It would be better to let him have his fun, and I would have my fun too. We would all be happy and the world would be great.
"That was amazing!" he roared, ceasing his playful antics and recklessly filling me completely with his thick penis, thrusting rapidly back and forth until I nearly choked and cried out in pain. Only then did he tense up, squeezing his enormous member all the way to the very core of my body, trembling against me as he breathed heavily on me. Had he stopped

? My mind went blank, my heart pounded, my body felt numb and pleasurable, my vagina felt hot, and even after he withdrew, I felt it stretching open. My legs remained tightly closed, and I curled up, closing my eyes and savoring what seemed like an earth-shattering sexual experience. A smile curved my lips. Okay, I can be sure I still enjoyed it.

"You rushed the journey, but you're in good shape." He lowered his head and took a thin, wrist-length gold chain from his pocket. "This is for you."

"What?" He rolled over and stroked my full breasts. "Smiling so seductively, the landlady must be satisfied with me, right?"

"Not bad." I generously praised him, feeling I had regained some strength. I propped myself up, not caring at all as his greedy gaze lingered on my jade-like body, and pulled my clothes over.

His handsome face immediately showed surprise, an expression I guessed rarely appeared, as it was quickly replaced by teasing: "What, I think you like it."

"Then why did you leave?" His tone carried a hint of disbelief.

I blinked, fastened my belt, and carefully examined his muscular body. His limbs were long and slender, his shoulders broad and his chest thick. Even though the thing I had just abused looked soft, it was still huge. The realistic depictions of the human body in erotic books could be so terrifyingly realistic—it was completely different.

"Boss lady?" Not seeing my reply, he propped himself up and grabbed my hand.

Recalling his question, I smiled, "Ah, sorry, I'm not a fan of sleeping in the same bed."

Afraid he wouldn't realize the panic that had flashed across his usually cold face, I smiled and withdrew my hand, giving a slight bow. "Thank you for your hard work, Mr. Jade Merchant. Get some rest." And I left.

Excluding my wedding night years ago, last night was only the second time in my life I'd had sex. The result of such intense pleasure was exhaustion, weak legs, aching vagina, and a slight throbbing pain when walking. Perhaps I should have been more cautious and tried a gentler type first, otherwise, starting with such a vigorous experience might have led to this embarrassing situation?

I flipped through the books, discovering that none of them contained a guide to first sex; they were all just descriptions of the pleasure and sounds between men and women. "Liars!" I threw the books away, completely misleading readers, making them think the more intense the better, a complete waste of my own pleasure for others.

"What swindler?" A deep, chuckled voice rang out as a tall, muscular figure appeared on the path in front of the pavilion. He bent down to pick up the book, giving me an imperceptible deep bow. I
accepted it calmly, silently saying, "Rise."

I casually flipped through the book, and after discovering the content didn't match my expectations, the man's expression shifted dramatically between panic, embarrassment, and a quick smile. "It turns out the proprietress usually studies these kinds of books." He stepped forward and placed the large book on the round table beside me, his eyes glancing admiringly at the two large stacks of thick blue-covered booklets already on the table.

"What, you men haven't read these things? Young Master Yu." Half-reclining in the recliner, too lazy to get up, one hand fanning himself with a fan, the other twirling a strand of hair, he smiled at the culprit who had kept him from moving all day.
He sat down beside me casually, his eyes fixed on my body without restraint. "Of course I've read them, but it's a bit embarrassing to read them in front of women, isn't it? After all, not every job can be discussed openly."
Such a straightforward man, I like it. I laughed heartily, "Interesting, interesting. It's a good thing no one else knows I read these things, otherwise the rumors you hear about me wouldn't be so positive." Men can look at things openly and honestly, but women have to be sneaky—what kind of logic is that?
He raised an eyebrow, seemingly rarely seeing women in his presence. He laughed so unrestrainedly, "I just heard the butler say he's in charge of my schedule for today. Won't you come along, Boss Lady?" His handsome face was full of provocation, his slender fingers tapping his chin like a hunter with perfect patience.

Oh, sorry, the prey's duty today is to rest and recuperate. He chuckled and fanned himself, "I have to watch the shop."

He turned and gave me a deep look, smiling as he took my hand and kissed it lightly, "Boss Lady, don't you want to do it again?"

Hmm, given my current state, another round would probably leave me unable to walk. He continued to laugh, his smile curving, "Young Master Yu is a handsome and talented man, surely he has no shortage of beautiful women. My old skin, old face, and old body are too old to join in this fun." He withdrew his attack with a smile, his expression turning panicked again. This guy... Has he never encountered rejection before? Why does he keep giving me looks like, "How could this be? She rejected me?" "How could this be? She rejected me again?" "How could this be? She rejected me again?"...

He quickly composed himself, and began to scrutinize me intently, this time ignoring the area below my neck and staring into my eyes. He asked, slightly puzzled, "Madam, you're just playing around, aren't you?"

I hesitated; being so direct would hurt feelings. Besides, why can men play around, but I can't? I shifted my gaze, a smile playing on my lips. "Young Master Jade Merchant, it's best to focus on business. I'm just a jade shop owner's wife."

He understood my dismissal and didn't press the matter further, nodding. She stood up, glanced at me, then turned and strode away.

She smiled, resting her chin on her hand, looking up at the sky and then at the ground. She was pleased; the books only talked about how to indulge in pleasure, but didn't tell her how to choose a partner carefully. Even casual flings weren't allowed, so would I have to go to brothels to buy men from now on?

Hmm, maybe that's a good idea. Next time, I definitely won't choose a hunky guy.
It's killing me, my back! Summer passed in the blink of an eye, and autumn arrived, bringing an uncomfortable chill and rain, making the whole city instantly much quieter. Except for those who had to go out to make a living, the number of people on the streets plummeted, and those who did appear were already wearing winter clothes.

So, when I appeared at the pier in my alluring and dazzling summer clothes, I successfully attracted everyone's attention, even though that was definitely not my real intention.

...Why didn't my ancestors tell me that the autumn river wind could kill people? It's so cold! I shivered as I got out of the closed sedan chair. When I saw countless eyes staring at me from all around, I reflexively forced a big smile, raised my head, puffed out my chest, swayed my hips, and fanned myself. Only when a gust of north wind blew past did I slightly come to my senses. Why couldn't I curl up into a ball? Could it be that the "boss lady" mark has been formed in my bones, which is why I always have such a swaggering, invincible pose?

But, it's really so cold, 5555555555.

"Boss lady, the merchant guild's ship is over there." The managers, who were already waiting at the dock, greeted me respectfully and led me to the windswept spot by the river.

Why hadn't that ship been blown away yet? I was cursing under my breath, but on the surface, I had to move gracefully with a cheerful smile, taking the arm of my maid, and slowly board the ship. The cabin was open, and the man in the brocade robes looked so warm that it felt like I was seeing a quilt. I wanted to rush over to him! The
man chosen as a substitute by that master couldn't be too bad-looking
, could he? "Boss lady, I am a merchant, responsible for the consumption and transportation of the merchant guild's goods. This is my first time meeting you, and seeing you in person is truly an understatement. You are so beautiful that I cannot describe it with words." The man on the other end of his long-winded speech bowed to me.

"Nice to meet you." She curtsied charmingly, not even glancing at the man, her eyes involuntarily fixed on his warm and comfortable black sable coat. The smooth, glossy fur suggested he must have been a very healthy wolf in life; their body temperature regulation system must be incredibly sensitive, judging by the coat's color alone.

"Boss lady, please sit." He was the host, and I was the guest, so he, bundled up in thick clothes, sat in the far corner of the cabin, while I leaned against the wide-open door, feeling increasingly cold.

I couldn't tear my gaze away from that coat; it was so warm, so warm, so warm. Could I knock him unconscious and snatch it from him? I wanted it so badly, so badly! My heart was pounding, and even my breathing was becoming slightly rapid. I'd never done anything like this before; how could just thinking about it be so important?

A deep laugh suddenly sounded, accompanied by a murmured question: "You want it?"

"I want it." The fluffy coat was getting closer and closer to me. I gripped the fan handle tightly, suppressing the urge to grab it. I had no idea what he was saying or asking. I was just trembling and staring at the warmth that was screaming through my whole body.

The huge figure almost covered me completely. This man knelt down on one knee in front of me, his slender fingers lifting my chin. I forced my eyes up to meet his. His dark eyes were full of laughter and something else: "It seems that what the salesman said was right. You obviously like men very much, and you can easily make any man want you."
Huh? What's going on? My almost frozen brain slowly tried to recall what he had just said, but the fingers under my chin were so warm. I couldn't help but squint and move closer to his hand.

"Like a cat," he murmured contentedly, then a pair of even warmer lips kissed me.

Huh?! What kind of growth is this? My lips were kissed, and my whole body was enveloped in a powerful, warm embrace. I turned my head to pull away from his mouth, but my limbs instinctively clung to the heater, refusing to easily separate. "What are you doing?" Although I was ashamed of my own cold-fearing behavior, as a woman I still had to maintain my composure, so I solemnly raised my head and stared at him, who was looking down at me. I
stepped forward gracefully, smiling charmingly, "Young Master Yu Shang." That's what the documents called him.

His sword-like eyebrows slowly rose, and he stared at me for a while before suddenly sitting back.

Of course, I followed suit, leaning against him. I wasn't going to let this hard-won heater escape so easily!

Suddenly, he rubbed his forehead. He burst into laughter, "You're wearing summer clothes not to seduce me, but to make me feel warm?"

A thunderous laugh echoed from his broad chest. Curious, I rested my chin on his chest, feeling the rise and fall of his clothes, and replied matter-of-factly, "Spring cover, autumn freeze, young master of the merchant's family, haven't you heard the old saying?" Ouch, a little cold. I quickly and instinctively pulled the edge of my coat over myself.
He generously placed his hand on my lower back, crossing it to hold me tightly, working together to keep the coat from slipping down, thus securing us together. His eyes crinkled with laughter as he continued, "No wonder you're shivering. I thought my charm had tamed you."

Beneath me was a warm, solid body, my back covered by a thick coat, and my legs somehow sandwiched between his strong thighs. Finally, I felt warm all over, making my eyes crinkle with laughter. Duan pondered his words. "What kind of charm?" She propped herself up slightly, her small hands, hidden between her thighs, tentatively pinching his pectoral muscles. Ah, so hard! With a playful grin, she leaned back down. "Ning, you're not my type. I hate muscular men." Just now, his half-kneeling figure was so huge; he was clearly the muscular type.

He paused, looking down at me. "Why?"

I answered with great effort, "Because it hurts."

He suddenly burst into laughter, laughing so hard tears almost streamed down his face. "That idiot Yu Shang, hahahahahahaha!"

I listened to his laughter for no reason; actually, his honest laughter was quite pleasant. I curled up comfortably in the warm embrace, almost snoring. Hmm, I definitely need to find a way to stay in this cloak.

I don't know when I fell asleep; maybe it was because of the warmth. I was so relaxed that when I woke up, I rubbed my eyes, stretched comfortably, even curling my toes, before opening my eyes with a relaxed smile. A black, eel-like object startled me, and the furry sensation made me scream. I scrambled back, rolling down a step with a thud, then tumbling several times before stopping.
He shook his head repeatedly, probably indicating he didn't want to be too conspicuous.
A deafening laugh erupted, making me instantly decide to just lie there and pretend to be dead.

I am the owner of a jade shop in this city. The jade shop is a branch of a large business association in this city. My father was the manager of this jade shop. After his death, the business was handed over to his only daughter—me. My son-in-law, who married into the family, also works in the business.
...That gloating bastard, if I ever see him make a fool of himself, I won't hold back. Embarrassed and embarrassed, I clung to him, feeling his large hands tentatively rubbing my lower back and buttocks. "Does anything hurt?" His voice held an undisguised chuckle.

"No." I pushed him away impatiently, stood up, straightened my wrinkled dress, and glanced around. I was still on the ship; the cabin door and windows were closed, and the cabin was warm with the heater on—summer clothes wouldn't be too cold.

He sat motionless on the soft couch, barely a step high, his arms open, smiling at me. The black sable coat that had startled me was lying behind him.
I coughed lightly. "Young Master Merchant, I'm sorry, I..." "It's time to go back." Seeing the fan left on the table in the center of the cabin, I picked it up before leaving. I was a little unsteady on my feet, thinking it was just from sleeping in the wrong position and my legs were weak. But after a few more steps, my eyes widened. Could it be what I imagined?

I forced a smile, not particularly happy, and gently pressed his chin against the recliner with my index finger. Looking at his refined face, I wrinkled my nose, got up with the blanket, grabbed my clothes, and went inside.
With a smile, I picked up the fan, fanned myself twice, and... Maintaining my smile, under his smiling gaze, I took two steps back, then two more, turned around, and opened the double hatch. A sudden gust of river wind whipped my hair and skirt wildly, and a chill shot through me from my feet to the top of my head. The pitch-black expanse of the river outside left me utterly speechless.

My hands, gripping the door, began to tremble, then trembled even more. I took a deep breath of the icy air, abruptly closed the hatch, and swiftly leaped into his long-awaited embrace. My teeth chattered as I clung tightly to this little personal heater.

He chuckled, pulled on his furry robe, and wrapped it around me.

I tried to absorb his warmth, imagining myself as an ice queen from a novel, waiting for him to die a splendid death once I was warm. Of course, that was impossible. After I warmed up, I brushed aside the messy hair covering my face, tilted my head back, and asked coquettishly, "Is the merchant's ship heading towards my house?" This guy probably ordered the ship to set sail while I was asleep; who knows where we are now.

He chuckled and lowered his eyes, his warm gaze enveloping my face. "Spend the night with me, and I'll take you home." I gave

an awkward pout. "Or how about I find you a handsome man who appreciates hunks? I really don't dare to mess with someone like you, with your top-notch stamina and explosive power, anytime soon." Sex is about enjoyment, not suffering. If there's even the slightest discomfort, I'd rather not get it at all; there's absolutely no need for it.
He gently tucked a strand of hair behind my ear, his smile alluring: "I'll be very, very gentle."

He raised an eyebrow high. "Oh, then I'll find a lady to woo, and you can demonstrate your gentleness to her first?"

He raised his eyebrows just like me, glanced at me for a moment, and then smiled, "It seems the merchant left a bad impression on you."

I blinked, thinking he was quite an interesting person, and then raised my head again with a sweet smile: "Ah, since the merchant wants me to keep you company for one night, I'll keep you company for one night."

He wasn't fooled at all, smiling and glancing down at me: "Oh, how will you keep me company?"

Having decided, he summoned a maidservant, and we went out together.

"Oh? Tell a story?" He thought for a moment, seemingly believing it was feasible. "Alright, then tell a story." With that, he spread me out, casually lay back, and grabbed a wine cup from the small table beside him. He
quickly and smilingly picked up the wine pot, poured some wine, then pulled his black hair over his legs to cover them. After thinking for a moment, he said with a sweet smile, "Then, let's begin with the mystery of how the young mistress of the Great Western City suddenly became pregnant after many years of infertility."

As the morning sun shone through the cabin window, the bright light shone in, illuminating the slightly twitching handsome face in front of him. Seeing me happily stop talking and stretch, he closed his eyes, rubbing between his eyebrows. A tiny blue vein was faintly visible on his forehead, where his smile had faded.

"What kind of books do you usually read?" He seemed to be struggling to say these words.
I counted on my fingers for him: "Romance novels, historical novels, erotic novels, erotic novels, novels about love between men and women, novels about ghosts and monsters..." I stopped halfway through my sentence as I opened my five fingers.

His hand was still open, and he bit his lip, smiling and nodding vigorously in reply.

Seeing that I didn't reply, he opened his eyes, looked at me, and shook his head with a smile, "Is the landlady trying to test sleeping with men because she reads these books?"

His smile was so bright it almost bent his cheek: "Men who don't read all want to sleep with women." Then why can't women?

Oh? So there's always someone guarding outside? Remembering how cold the river wind was, I immediately shivered with immense admiration. How dedicated!

My shoulders slumped, and I looked up to see him giving the black hairy thing... He covered my shoulders, smiling with his head down, "Don't catch a cold again. Even if you're supposed to dress warmly in spring and lightly in autumn, you should prioritize your health."

If it weren't for his sturdy build, I would really think he was a gentle person. My eyes softened, my hands were folded on my knees, and I nodded slightly: "Thank you, Mr. Yunshang."
The weather warmed up for a while, then turned cold again. Judging by the month, it should be the days of steady, howling spring breezes. Winter doesn't come easily either, arriving late and back again in autumn. It seems aloof and condescending, but it's also very considerate, allowing people to gradually adapt to the cold.

What a precious sunny day! Not being able to sleep in bed is a painful thing.

I let out a big yawn. Last night, I was doing the accounts until almost midnight, and this morning I was woken up by the noise from the neighboring shops, I don't know if it was bustling or anything. I wanted to catch up on sleep, but after I got up and washed up... After breakfast, the area was still far from quiet. The maid said the neighbor's son had gotten married, bringing much joy. Many guests from out of town who came to offer their congratulations also took the opportunity to visit our shop, making quite a bit of business.

Oh, I lazily lounged in the recliner in the courtyard pavilion, comfortably protected by a warm, fluffy robe. Because it was nearing winter, the pavilion was covered with curtains, blocking out the wind and coolness. If it weren't for the maid lifting a small section, I wouldn't even be able to see the scenery (it was practically indoors). Logically, I should have been comfortable, but because I hadn't slept enough, I wasn't in a particularly good mood. If I had to choose between money and sleep, I would choose sleep. Only after the curious maids went out to see the excitement could I close my eyes and chuckle to myself. If I were someone busy making a living, I would definitely not have such
a capricious idea.

Sleepy, so noisy, so sleepy, so noisy…

So comfortable, my whole body is warm, soft, and tingling, a little bit of happiness creeping into my body, swirling and dancing. I shifted restlessly, hummed in response, and slightly opened my eyes. I was stunned when I saw a refined and handsome face so close to me. “Who are you?”

The refined man smiled gently: “Wife.” He lowered his head and kissed me, his large hands gently yet decisively caressing my breasts. When he moved his waist, I realized that our parts were intertwined.
What’s going on, wife? How did I end up in the middle of the night with a man?

My mind was full of questions, but this man was gentle yet considerate. After kissing me, he lowered his head to kiss my sensitive nipples. I was so happy that I arched my back to meet him, my legs involuntarily wrapping around the man between them.
"My wife, you're so beautiful." His moaning voice was so cute, and his movements were clearly not very skillful. Perhaps out of consideration, he was trying his best to restrain his unrestrained behavior, only moving briefly, while watching my counterattack: "Is this alright, my wife?"

"...Yes." I smiled, although I didn't understand where this guy came from, but his movements were gentle, which I liked, so I didn't dwell on it. I hugged his neck, pulled him towards me, and breathed into his ear: "You can go faster."

He stiffened for a moment, then slowly began to speed up.

The heat spread, and his hands were constantly caressing my whole body, softly praising how beautiful I was. The unfamiliar movements were not rhythmic, giving me time to react and respond. In the end, I even grabbed his hand and stroked the trembling little...
He focused intently on pleasing me with my movements, until my whole body tensed and I cried out in pleasure. Only then did he quicken his pace, releasing a warm liquid. Panting , he propped himself up and rolled to the side, pulling me onto his shoulder to snuggle against him.
Coming back to my senses, I noticed through the gap in the curtains that it was just dusk. The air still smelled strongly of firecrackers, but also carried a faint scent of alcohol. After a moment's thought, I sat up, wrapped myself in the blankets that had appeared out of nowhere, and nudged him, who was almost asleep. "Hey, sir, did you come to the wrong house?" Could it be the neighbor's...? Was he the groom? But his clothes weren't wedding attire, ruling out the possibility of him being a newlywed. So what was going on?
I instinctively hooked my arms around his neck, my smile a little awkward. "Next time, give me a hint about the position. This old bone of mine can't handle anything too outrageous."

He mumbled something, then hugged my waist. "Fragrant, you're my wife now, don't marry that man!"

Fragrant was the neighbor's bride's given name. Everything became clear; he was an admirer.

I went back inside to change, and when I came out, I saw that naked man still asleep. Too lazy to pay him any attention, I... Walking out of the courtyard, I still saw no maids or servants. Only when I reached the outer courtyard did I see several maids enthusiastically discussing the neighbor's wedding feast. Upon seeing me, they all bowed respectfully. Had they

all been invited to the feast by the neighbor? Even if I didn't want to be disturbed while sleeping, surely a burly man could have walked in without me noticing? And was that man so drunk he didn't even realize he'd entered the wrong gate?

I lazily crossed my arms, feeling a bit hungry, and smiled, "Close the gate, let's go have some drinks too." What a waste of my admirer's time! Well, I'll just have a good meal at his house then.

The excitement lasted until midnight when I returned home. The man was gone, and I completely forgot about it until another sunny day when the maidservant was approaching a merchant. This merchant, smiling, unfolded a portrait of a man as I stared at him with wide, bewildered eyes.

"How have you been lately, madam?" the merchant's voice was slightly hoarse.
I poured myself a cup of tea and carefully examined the portrait on the ledger. "Hmm, is this your portrait?" A more objective assessment from the merchant was, "Not really."
He sipped his tea, a smile playing on his lips, his usually cold eyes softening. "Do you know any refined gentlemen in the east of the city?"

"No." I shook my head decisively. I was a shopkeeper, not a visitor. Unless you were a customer, who would know everyone in this big city?
He put down his teacup, staring intently at me, as if trying to discern something. Fine, I shook my head and smiled. "I thought it was your type."

Huh? What's going on? I was even more confused. "Did you rush too much and get sick?"

"Oh, a reward from the Merchants' Alliance?" I took it, looking at it with some curiosity. Aren't Merchants' Alliance rewards usually large sums of silver notes? Why the sudden change?

"It's a gift for you," he said casually. "Coming without a gift would be too impolite."

...I was incredibly puzzled. Wasn't he here for observation or business? When did business interactions become so formal that gifts were necessary? Or had the trend changed too quickly, and I hadn't kept up?

Seeing my confusion, he smiled, leaned over, and, without me flinching, generously kissed my lips with his cheek. "I've come to seek you out, Boss Lady."

He raised an eyebrow with a smile, tossing the chain in his hand. "You want me to tell you stories all night?"
He smiled. "This time, no." With that, he reached out and hugged my waist, lifting me from the recliner. "I haven't eaten much while traveling. Boss Lady, come with me to get something to eat."

Huh? Am I obligated to provide companionship?

Theoretically, the transporter's responsibilities should be quite substantial, yet he's settled in here. His manager keeps coming in and out of my backyard, making the manager of the jade shop less attentive to their constant peeking.
I cleared my throat, finished giving instructions, and dismissed him. Seeing the unfinished work ahead, I gracefully rose, wearing three layers of summer clothes, and walked with unparalleled elegance towards the shop in the front yard. After turning past the side courtyard, I chuckled to myself, "I hope he delivers a lot more official documents; let him work himself to death." This guy has nothing better to do than stay in my guest house. Even if he's on a business trip, he should at least hand over some money to me for food. Now, not only does he eat my food, but even the stewards who haven't left by mealtime are doing the same thing.
Since I can't kick him out, I can only curse him. Hmph, I really want to put some poison in his food.
I happily imagined the freeloader clutching his stomach and groaning in pain, and my eyes crinkled with laughter. I walked into the shop, smiling and nodding to the familiar customers, while the unfamiliar ones stared at me dumbfounded.
I waved a decorative fan to hide my sly grin, sat behind the counter, and started playing with the jade on the display.

Because I was so happy, it took a long time for the feeling of being watched to surface. I looked up and saw someone darting behind a pillar across the street.

I blinked, beckoned to the manager, and whispered, "Any new jade shops in town?" Was he spying on me?

The manager shook his head, replying in a similarly low voice, "I haven't heard of anything like it."

I glanced around and whispered, "What jade shops have we driven out of business before?"

He looked at me thoughtfully. "Also..." "..." After saying this, he propped himself up, went to the closed window, knocked on the window frame, and ordered, "Send the boat back."
The steward replied in a low voice, "It seems not."

That's right, most people who can afford to run a jade business have some connections and influence; they wouldn't be so careless as to let their business be taken away and have to close down so easily. He waved the steward away, called over a maid from the other side, and asked softly, "Have there been any more negative rumors about me lately?"

The maid replied softly, "Since the last time you and the owner of the wine shop in the south of the city fell in love at first sight, and he begged you to be his fourteenth concubine, which you righteously and decisively rejected, after which he cried and wailed, beating his chest and stamping his feet, regretting being born twenty years too late, and leaving in tears along the street, there haven't been any new rumors."

He thought for a moment, "Could it be that there have been some new rumors lately?" "Is the boss implying everywhere that I'm his destined xxxth concubine?"

The little maid shook her head: "Absolutely not. If I were, Aunt Si, who rushed to the city gate to wash clothes at dawn, would have already sent word back."

Curiously watching his actions, she asked, "Should I help you wipe your hands too?" A matter of reciprocity?
Ah, what a perplexing mystery.

Since she couldn't figure it out anyway, she decided to ignore it. Rumors don't last long unless someone is stirring things up, so she didn't care. There were no competitors in the industry at the moment. There were only three jade shops in the city, all of which were century-old establishments, each with its own market and customer base. There wasn't any cutthroat competition to the point of irreconcilable conflict, so there was nothing to worry about.

She covered her mouth with her fan and let out a big yawn. Ah, life is so boring. She needed to find something to do to amuse herself. After much deliberation, I decided to go out for a stroll and see what I might want to buy.

The streets were as bustling as ever. Compared to everyone else's autumn and winter clothes, I, in my summer attire, certainly looked quite capable. However, the sun was shining brightly today, and it was still quite warm after basking in the sun. So, I flashed a smug smile, sending it to those who were watching me. Look, look, this is the city's number one gossip queen! As long as there aren't any new rumors popping up lately. I

wandered around aimlessly, but I couldn't shake off the tail that was following me. I raised my eyebrows, smiled amusedly, covered my mouth with my fan, and turned around with a grin. Suddenly, I saw someone and clumsily hid. Judging from the hem of his clothes, it must be a man.

Following my gaze, the maid said with a grin, "Ah, another one of the madam's admirers. The madam is quite popular."

Is that so? I glanced at the sky; would being too narcissistic get me struck by lightning? Whatever, I smiled, my eyes crinkling. "I'll go sit at the teahouse up ahead. Go and invite that person over; I want to see who it is."

The maidservant went off with a smile, while I swayed to the teahouse, sat down, leisurely ordered tea and snacks, and waited slowly until a man with a face as red as a jujube was invited to sit down in front of me by the maidservant.
Entering the back room of the shop, after the maidservants served tea and I dismissed them, I smiled and said, "You must be tired from your journey, Young Master Yu. Would you like to rest first and start work tomorrow, or would you like to come with me for a stroll now?"

Hmm, if Guan Yu wore green clothes and had a long beard, he'd look exactly like Guan Yu!

Remembering the clay statue of the God of Wealth I carried, I still respectfully poured a cup of tea and offered it to him with both hands.
"I really enjoy it." My legs were so weak and still trembling. I glanced down at myself. Hmm, it's probably because I lack experience. Once I'm more skilled, I'll probably be full of energy even after a whole night of fighting. Right now, I'm all wet and sticky, and exhausted. I just want to take a shower quickly and then roll into my soft, big bed to sleep.

Guan Gong shook his head repeatedly, probably indicating that he didn't want to drink. His beardless lips were pursed straight, and his phoenix eyes were wide open, making him look a bit like a younger version of Guan Gong.

I put down my cup, drank my own tea, and curiously looked at Guan Gong's reserved appearance. After thinking for a moment, I smiled knowingly, lowered my voice, and gestured for him to lean forward so I could hear my whispered question: "Did you come here to guide me on how to make money?"

He shook his head repeatedly, probably indicating that I shouldn't make a loud noise.

After thinking for a moment, I smiled knowingly. "Oh, so you plan to come to my residence to tell me the true scriptures? I'll have a sedan chair prepared to fetch you right away." "

Then you'll stroll back with me?" That would make things alright, wouldn't it? Seeing him shake his head repeatedly, I slowly raised my eyebrows. If he weren't a fortune-telling Guan Yu, I would have punched him. This man clearly doesn't understand the profound meaning of human beings using different vibration frequencies of the vocal cords to create speech. This is because speech is so powerful that it easily leads to misunderstandings, and not speaking makes communication even more difficult, okay?
His face was flushed, his posture unsteady, constantly looking around, sometimes glancing back at me before quickly turning his head away again.

He stroked his chin, smiled playfully, and dared not look at me? There must be something fishy going on. Regardless of whether it's a real Guan Yu or a fake one, let's take him back to the manor first. After calling over a maid and whispering a few instructions, he stood guard in front of the Guan Yu with a smile.
Before long, a sedan chair stopped in front of the teahouse, and a group of burly servants rushed in. Upon seeing me, they quickly grabbed Guan Gong (a character from Journey to the West), swiftly tied him up, gagged him with a cloth, and carried him directly into the sedan chair outside. They ran off.

Hmm, I smiled and glanced at the maidservant who had returned to my side, bowing and scraping. She was quite efficient; I'd definitely reward her when I got back.

My mood immediately improved. I strolled around the streets, even buying a lot of snacks to feed the merchants. Hmm, I guess I'd use local delicacies to win over the merchants.

Back at the mansion, dinner was just being prepared. Seeing the merchants sitting at the table, I didn't mind that he'd been freeloading all day. I washed my hands in the jade basin brought by the maidservant and said with a smile, "Don't eat too much. I brought some snacks; we can try them while we're stargazing after dinner."

I nodded, actually quite flustered. Judging from her appearance, she must look terribly ugly. Strange, if she's ugly, why is this "merchant" still interested? Does he subscribe to the noble principle that all women are the same when the lights are off? I sneezed, not entirely without humility, feeling his arm tighten around me from the cold.
He looked at me with a half-smile, "Alright." He took the cloth from the maid and gently wrapped it around my wet, groggy hands. He gently wiped away the water.

He smiled and shook his head, "No need." Picking up his chopsticks, he said, "Eat."
He waved her away, a little confused. People who act suspiciously are usually... well, let's just say they're acting suspiciously. He seemed to be a man who was secretly looking for trouble. He was a man who was acting suspiciously. He seemed to be ...
"Oh." Taking a bite of food, I realized, wait, why does this feel like his home?

After finishing dinner, I instructed the maids to prepare in the pavilion, and then strolled around the courtyard with the merchant. "How long are you planning to stay here?" You're going to eat me out of house and home, sir! Even if I'm charitable, you should at least have some self-discipline.

He stood with his hands behind his back, a head taller than me, and casually looked down at me with a smile: "Have you forgotten something?"
Forgotten something? My mind raced. "Is the merchant implying that you're a big boss?" So he has the right to eat my as much as he wants? What a wicked class system!

He smiled at me. "Didn't you bring back a man today?"

Oh, that's what it was. I smiled and waved my fan: "He shouldn't be considered a man."

He raised an eyebrow slightly. "Oh? He should be a man, right?"

"How do you know he's not a man?" She looked up at him. "That's right, Guan Gong is a man."
"Guan Gong?" He repeated the two steel-haired thorns, his smile unusually amusing. "What does that mean?"

"Just what it sounds like." He clapped his hands and told the maid to bring Guan Gong, who was tied up somewhere, to the courtyard. "I suspect he's here to give me money."

"Give money?" He slowly repeated my words, his smile deepening.

I glanced at him strangely. After Guan Gong was taken to the pavilion and untied, I smiled and stepped forward, "Oh dear, I'm sorry for the rudeness. There are outsiders here. Just tell me your purpose for coming." Guan Gongzi,

his face flushed, looked around again, took a deep breath, clenched his fists, and shouted, "Marry me, my wife!"

Shock!

Startled, I turned pale and retreated repeatedly until I was pulled into a warm embrace. My hand, holding a fan, trembled as I pointed at Guan Gong: "How could I possibly have the honor of marrying Guan Gong? The gate is over there. Goodbye." Good heavens, I was terrified! This wasn't Guan Gong at all! "Is he crazy?"

Guan Gong lunged forward, yelling, "Wife—ah!" A huge fist landed squarely on my face, my eyes rolled back, and I fell backward, crashing to the ground. A

strong arm turned inward from my shoulder, the fist transforming into a palm that enveloped my half-protruding fist. A patient, deep, pleasant voice sounded in my ear: "Boss lady, that's how you clench your fist. If you stick your thumb out and hit someone, it'll break."
While the maids carefully rummaged through all the winter clothes and prepared them, I stubbornly stuck to wearing only two summer layers. The old saying goes, "Spring cover, autumn freeze." How can I train my body's temperature regulation system if I'm dressed so warmly so early? Adapt to nature; obeying our ancestors is the right thing to do.

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