Sun Jiacong noticed this; his expression changed, but he continued chatting with the neighbors as if nothing had happened.
When the clothes were taken out, her suspicion was confirmed. The vibrant colors, semi-transparent texture, gorgeous embroidery, and design that hugged the chest and waist made her realize this was not how a respectable woman would dress.
She was a madam from a low-end brothel with vulgar taste. Ruan Ning felt extremely frustrated. Even if a transmigrator fell on hard times, shouldn’t she be treated like a courtesan from the Qinhuai River who sells art but not her body?
Why was her status so low here?
She declined, saying, “I am a nun, I won’t wear such clothes.”
“Oh, a nun, I’ve never had a nun here before,” the woman said, covering her mouth with a handkerchief. “You don’t need to buy anything; I’ll have someone take your measurements for a few monk robes.”
She giggled and slapped “Zheng Yu’s” thigh: “Why hadn’t I thought of this before? Just need to grow out the hair first; a completely bald head looks too strange.”
Even this low-end brothel offers uniform services.
Ruan Ning cursed inwardly while maintaining an innocent expression: “Sister, I’m a bit tired. Could you take me to a room to rest?”
The flattering “sister” pleased the woman, who quickly arranged a quiet room for Ruan Ning. After confirming no one was at the door, she tried to escape.
However, she was stopped by two burly men at the main gate. The woman quickly caught up, smiling and asking, “Where are you going, little sister?”
“I feel a bit stuffy and want to take a walk,” Ruan Ning said nonchalantly.
“Done walking? Time to go back,” the woman replied.
“I want to walk on the street,” Ruan Ning said nervously, her heart racing.
The woman waved to “Zheng Yu”: “Zhu Laosan, I think you can stop pretending. She’s figured it out and wants to escape.”
Zhu Laosan reached out to touch Ruan Ning’s face, shaking his head, “This little nun is quite clever. I was planning to play with her a bit longer.”
The woman slapped away his hand, saying, “Enough. The price has been paid; she’s mine now. Stop touching her. I intend to sell her virginity at a good price.”
