Only those living in the wild slums would emit such wild sensibility and vivid earthen scent. The youth before him, though dressed cleanly and looking proud, could not hide his innate wildness.
Privileged top-tier aristocrats were always exceptionally sensitive to those who survived on their own.
They are commoners, not plebeians! The youth pursed his lips, suppressing his anger, not responding immediately.
Ilso pulled out a card from his body: “The money here, you can withdraw as much as you want within a month. In any case, your surprising performance will be more than adequately rewarded.”
“Oh, aren’t you making it difficult for me? Someone of my low status possessing such a thing would likely invite trouble.”
“Do not question anything I say.” Ilso elegantly tossed the card to the youth and turned to leave.
The youth bit his lip, staring at his retreating back, motionless for a long time.
Ilso’s arrogance made the youth gnash his teeth, but he could not deny that this guy was suited to the “proud” posture; otherwise, it would truly diminish his exquisite beauty and dishonor the “Song” surname.
Dichi’s “hero saves beauty” play was obviously a failure, even ridiculous.
Ilso’s gaze, as if seeing through the “plebeian’s” schemes, deeply hurt her strong self-esteem. To approach Ilso, she had spent all her money, only to receive such charity—who would say this wasn’t charity?
But she did not touch the item Ilso gave her.
If she used his money, then Ilso’s debt of gratitude would vanish—he indirectly acknowledged that he owed her a favor, right?
She was almost certain he would never want to owe a plebeian any favor, even if that favor was unsolicited.
She needed to keep this favor. Without it, she could not approach Ilso again.
Kai had long noticed Dichi’s abnormality: she always drank and smoked alone, gazing into the distance, seemingly lost in thought, and often mysteriously disappeared. She felt uneasy and tried to understand what Dichi was thinking, but Dichi always smiled and reassured her, leaving her unable to speak.
Although they both grew up in the slums, Dichi seemed different from others.
Dichi always had an air of mystery, with amber eyes hiding something—both dangerous and alluring, making one want to explore. But Kai thought Dichi must have her own secrets, so she never forced Dichi to do anything.
At night, Dichi’s nightmares became more frequent.
In the cold night, she would wake up with her limbs convulsing, breathing heavily. Kai would sit up, gently embracing her, comforting her: “My dear, it’s okay, I’m here. I will always protect you, always be with you.”
Kai’er could not eliminate her nightmares, but she was touched. She turned and hugged Kai’er, gently kissing her hair: “Thank you, Kai’er, it’s so good to have you by my side.”
They often fell asleep embracing each other in the deep of night, unable to close their eyes without one another.
Over the years, they had depended on each other, surviving stubbornly and independently in the hopeless slums, without having to rely on or please men.
Kai’er was undoubtedly the most beautiful woman in the slums, her beauty praised even among civilians and some lower nobility. People said her hair was blacker than the deep night, her eyes brighter than stars, and her lips softer than flower petals. Men would say that her alluring figure could suffocate a person to death.
All men desired her, but no one could have their wish, because she belonged to Di Qi, and the men in the slums were no match for Di Qi.
If Kai’er was men’s desire, then Di Qi was the fantasy of both men and women. She blended male strength with the delicate androgynous beauty of femininity, effortlessly navigating between the scales of men and women.
Dangerous Encounter
Always dressed as a boy, she radiated a dreamlike magic that satisfied both men’s and women’s fantasies.
Of course, she belonged to Kai’er, and no one could touch her.
When they appeared together on the dirty streets of the slums, the slums no longer seemed like slums.
All men and women stared at them hungrily, while they continued to be affectionate, paying no attention to anyone else. Men and women alike gritted their teeth, wondering when they would break up.
“Hey, Di Qi, Kai’er, how about a drink? I have a few big deals, and we might be able to collaborate.”
It was Jacques again. Di Qi turned her head and saw Jacques leaning against his motorcycle, smiling warmly at them.
“No need. We’re not on the same path. I’ve told you this before; clearly, your memory isn’t good.”
Jacques was unperturbed: “Don’t be so cold to me, Di Qi. You know we’re the same kind of people.”
People who grew up in the slums rarely had skin as fine and clean as Jacques’. His posture and attire were so refined, almost like a well-educated civilian. He had the slums’ unique light golden curly hair. Everyone said he was the most beautiful youth in the slums, but in some ways, Di Qi was not inferior to him.
Her body was slender and proportionate, strong yet flexible, full of vitality. Her wheat-colored skin glowed with health, her features three-dimensional and delicate, with shining black short hair and a pair of amber eyes.
Her eyes were like a cat’s, her walk light and agile, essentially a wild cat. Everyone called her “Cat-Eye Di Qi”.
Di Qi was indifferent to his enthusiasm: “Maybe, but definitely not on the same path.”
She disdained currying favor with civilians or lower nobility, while Jacques was eager to become a civilian and happy to be their lackey. Di Qi scorned associating with him.
Jacques shrugged: “Who knows about the future? Remember the last time I mentioned Lord Luo Song? He’s very interested in you two. As long as you’re willing to submit to him, he guarantees he’ll let you leave here, live well, eat well, stay well, and freely enter the city center…”
“Enough. Go tell this to your cockroaches.”
Di Qi’s face darkened, feeling insulted. But arguing with Jacques would only waste her time. She hugged Kai’er and walked into the bar.
She didn’t know what opportunity she had missed. Jacques shook his head regretfully, his mind dwelling on Di Qi’s neatly arched eyebrows, her shining wild eyes, her defiant and sexy lips.
“Hey, Kai’er, won’t you consider it? Or come with me. I promise I’ll satisfy you.” Out of hidden jealousy towards Kai’er, Jacques provocatively shouted as they were about to enter the bar.
Kai’er turned her face sideways, her smile enchanting, her gaze disdainful. She said nothing. Jacques understood her meaning; she looked down on other men.
“Hey, Kai’er, I’m a real man—” Jacques continued. The more proud they were, the more interested he became. Who could win over the two sexiest beauties in the slums? Jacques stared at their backs and smiled.
When Di Qi and Kai’er entered the bar, the chaos intensified. Wanton and wild women and men indulging in pleasure whistled at them, cast flirtatious glances, and openly teased and seduced them.
As always. Dicky and Kay ordered a bottle of diluted white liquor. People in the slums loved this cheap alcohol, which could help them temporarily forget the dullness and hopelessness of their lives.
Several women gathered around Dicky, trying to seduce her.
In the slums with no future or hope, various relationships existed. As long as people could obtain any bit of pleasure and satisfaction, they would cast aside all constraints and indulge.
Dangerous Encounter
Dicky poured drinks for them, her heart unmoved.
Kay made her swear they would always be faithful to each other, absolutely no lovers of the opposite sex; otherwise, they would face retribution. Dicky took such an oath but felt it meaningless.
Kay was somewhat crazy about this. Dicky didn’t quite understand Kay’s madness, but she cared for Kay, so she would do what Kay wanted her to do.
