- Chapter 4 - The First Bowl of Soup (3) - Euphoria Airlines

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Translator: Ashlyn Rose

When the landlord saw he was being interrupted halfway through, he was very angry and opened his mouth to shout for the guards. But before he could get a word out, his throat was slit by a sharp sword! When Qinghuan saw this, she shrank back in fright. After Jun Wuya killed the landlord, he turned, squatted down in front of her, and slowly stretched out his hand. “Where is your home? Do you want me to send you back?”

He was about seventeen or eighteen years old, very handsome in appearance and a warm kind of feeling exuded from his whole person. Qinghuan looked at him vigilantly. Jun Wuya was also very patient, and kept his hand outstretched towards her. Qinghuan looked similar in age to a girl he knew and seeing her so miserable, he couldn’t bear it. Anyway, he already killed this nefarious landlord. It would be better to send this girl home again.

How could Qinghuan let him send her back “home”? After hesitating for a long time, she gently put her hand in Jun Wuya’s, and in the next second, she fainted in his arms.

Jun Wuya was stunned for a moment. She fainted before he had time to ask her where she lived. He had no choice but to wrap Qinghuan up tightly with his robe and take her to his Lijian Villa. Just as he was about to put her on the bed and call someone to take care of her, the girl woke up, staring at him with big eyes full of fear. She then took the initiative to untie her blue shirt and close her eyes, her feathery lashes trembling slightly. He could tell she was extremely scared but still put up such a calm front. 

Jun Wuya couldn’t help but think of the girl who he often spoiled. That girl was only twelve or thirteen years old, but she was very willful; her speech and behavior were full of childishness, unlike the girl in front of him, who obviously possessed a childish innocence yet gave off an indescribable charm. He turned his back quickly. Although this girl was not very old, there was still a difference between men and women. He absolutely could not treat her irreverently. 

He heard sounds of rustling from behind him and suddenly, a pair of tender, snow-white arms wrapped around his waist and a small face pressed into his back. The girl’s voice was soft and yielding but there was also a note of despair in her tone that could not be ignored. “You can do anything to me, but please don’t kill me.”

He suddenly became annoyed. He didn’t know who was so cruel to raise children like this. Jun Wuya gently took Qinghuan’s hand away and turned around to face her. She stood naked in front of him.

When a girl’s body was maturing, her chest began to swell, her waist slimmed and her butt perked, as her body gained curves. Though Qinghuan’s figure hasn’t fully developed yet, her sheep-white jade like skin was something Jun Wuya has never seen before in his life. A girl with such skin… She shouldn’t be kidnapped from some commoner family, right? 

Before Jun Wuya could think clearly, the girl stepped forward, onto his toes, clasped his neck with her hands and pulled his head down to kiss his thin lips as she stood on her tippy toes. 

Qinghuan was not the same as the female ghost Qiqi. The female ghost Qiqi regarded Jun Wuya as a god, and she dared not speak words of love to her, but she did not regard him as such. In her heart, there is nothing that cannot be given up. What’s more, her body was already riddled with holes and hurt a hundred times over, so what’s a thousand times more? Qinghuan can see that in Jun Wuya’s heart, he merely viewed his relationship with Qiqi as purely one between a brother and sister. If she could seize the opportunity right now: leave an impression in his heart and make him think of her as a woman rather than a child, maybe in the future, their relationship can progress further. 

Jun Wuya didn’t know what was wrong with him. His martial arts were obviously more than enough to shake off ten girls at once but he only stood stupidly in place. Was he just…molested? And by a little girl no less? As he was about to push the girl away, a soft and delicate tongue suddenly pierced into his mouth and wrapped around his tongue with no hesitation. Jun Wuya couldn’t help but be bewildered. After a while, he could not control his grip on the girl’s waist and instead1T/N: (反客为主) is an idiom which directly translates to: the guest acts as a host. It means to go from being passive in behavior to active, kissed her back fiercely. 

After kissing for a while, he finally felt something was wrong. Which eleven or twelve year-old girl can so skillfully tease men?! Thinking of this, Jun Wuya pushed Qinghuan away abruptly, but he underestimated his strength. Qinghuan was just a young girl, yet to reach marriageable age2T/N: Marriageable age was fifteen years back then. How could she stand this push? The whole person fell backward. Her soft back hit the sharp foot of the bed, but she just frowned, got up again, walked towards him naked and asked, “Gongzhi, you saved me, right? Wasn’t it because you wanted me?” 

Jun Wuya’s apology froze on his tongue and he was at a loss. He looked at the girl walking towards him, and he grabbed the blue shirt on the bed to wrap her up. 

Qinghuan looked up at him, her long black hair draped over her shoulder, which caused her to look incredible. “If Gongzhi didn’t want me, then why did Gongzhi save me? If I go back, it will still be the result.”

She really didn’t have the hesitation the female ghost Qiqi had. If she wanted Jun Wuya’s heart, she would not follow the path Qiqi took. 

Jun Wuya was a head and a half taller than her, so he could easily see the large bruise marring her back. “I didn’t…”

“If not, asking the Gongzhi to send me back.” Qinghuan collected herself, schooled her expression and said lightly. 

There was an unspeakable sadness on the girl’s body. Jun Wuya’s heart moved and said, “You are hurt too badly. Let’s wait until your wounds are healed…” 

Her jade-like skin was covered with lash marks and bloodstains could be seen near her private areas. What kind of demon was he, for him to treat a wounded woman like this? 

“When the old injury is healed, there will be a new injury. Even when the new injury is not yet healed, there will be more injuries. Gongzhi should send me back. I can suffer less pain.” Qinghuan said blankly. 

Jun Wuya shook his head. “When you get better, I will send you back.”

Qinghuan laughed.  “Listening to Gongzhi’s tone, could it be that Gongzhi cannot be responsible for me?” 

Jun Wuya felt suffocated. 

Qinghuan’s smile deepened. “Since you can’t, I’ll trouble Gongzhi to send me back. If Mama can’t find me, she will be anxious.” 

Mama? 3T/N: I’m not 100% sure on this but ik there were other ways to refer to mother: (娘/niang), (母/mu) etc. But I’ve no idea if (妈妈/Mama) is a term used that only refers to a Bao Mu and not an actual mother…

Only one kind of woman would be called a mother. Jun Wuya thought of that possibility and his face suddenly became ugly. “You, you are…”

“Prostitute,” Qinghuan said it out for him. “The landlord that Gongzhi killed…Tonight, he was going to deflower me4T/N: The chinese of this (开苞 ) translates literally to open bloom. It does sound prettier to say than deflowering but I figured since Qinghuan is being so blunt… but Gongzhi saved me. Originally, I thought Gongzhi wanted to be next, but now it seems that is not the case.” 

Jun Wuya didn’t know what to say. He looked at Qinghuan and saw her lightly mocking eyes. “In any case, you must stay with me until the injury is healed, especially since I hurt you just now. I feel guilty for letting you go like this.”

He already had an ‘innocent-sister’ type of lady5T/N: The raws (大小姐) mean eldest daughter of an affluent family. Referring to Jun Wuya’s sweetheart: the eldest miss of the Kuai Dao family in his life so Qinghuan absolutely cannot play the same role of an innocent and ignorant girl. How could someone who grew up in a brothel and was a courtesan  nurtured as a cash cow by a Bao Mu, be a sheltered fairy? If she lied, she would be found out sooner or later. It would be better to do the opposite and let Jun Wuya know about it. In fact, in this world, there really aren’t many twelve-year-old girls who are still like that eldest miss6T/N: Basically: girls of that age in this world were all pretty mature (due to the fact that marrying age was 15). 

“Gongzhi already saw my body and kissed my lips but I must ask Gongzhi not to tell Mama about this. Otherwise, I would never be able to bid for a good price.” 

Jun Wuya listened to her expressionlessly saying something so realistic, and said: “Don’t you say that, I…”

Qinghuan took the blue shirt in his hand and took the initiative to put it on, saying, “Qiqi would like to thank Gongzhi for saving me. I am unable to repay this great kindness. Asking Gongzhi to please send me back. Otherwise, I will suffer more serious injuries. “

Seeing her cold and persistent eyes, Jun Wuya knew he was unable to persuade her so he said, “Even so, take the medicine first. Otherwise, it will leave scars on your body.”

Qinghuan smiled and thanked him. “Gongzhi is still considerate. If this body is damaged, it will not be sold for a good price.”

She looked around, saw the medicine bottle on the tray, took it, and wiped it on her body. The moment she unbuttoned the blue shirt, Jun Wuya quickly turned around. But, in the next second, he heard Qinghuan’s painful cry and turned around subconsciously, only to be fascinated by the vivid scene before him. 

The jade-like girl was sitting on the bed, holding the medicine bottle in her left hand, and covering her left arm with her right hand, seeming to be in unbearable pain. 

Jun Wuya hurriedly stepped forward and asked, “What’s the matter with you?” 

He didn’t care about the difference between men and women anymore. Even he himself didn’t realize that his care of the girl already went beyond that of strangers on a first meeting. 

Qinghuan looked at him pleadingly. “Can I trouble Gongzi to give me medicine?”

Jun Wuya was about to refuse but Qinghuan said again, “You’ve seen it anyway, and another glimpse wouldn’t make a difference. I don’t like women getting close to my body. If Gongzhi is unwilling, then just find a young servant boy to help me. I’m fine with that too.”

When he thought that another man would see her graceful body and touch her cold, soft skin, Jun Wuya’s heart suddenly felt a flash of inexplicable anger. He grabbed the medicine bottle, poured out some ointment into his hand and carefully applied it on Qinghuan. First on her back, then her arms, and then on her chest.