The King Lives Up to the Reputation, Should She Be Punished or Not (Bonus Update)

"Slap!"

Before Lin Yu could even extend his hand for a handshake, Shen Buyao suddenly delivered an upward slap right onto Huang Feirong’s chest.

Instantly.

Lin Yu’s vision was filled with…

Undulating waves.

Up and down.

Left and right, BABA.

"Damn your second uncle, can you tone it down?!"

"This college student is a big client—scare him off again and I’ll skin you!"

Is this how girls joke around with each other? So direct?

Just a sudden slap out of nowhere.

It made Lin Yu feel like Shen Buyao was a bit too domineering.

Poor Huang Feirong, wronged for no reason.

With an aggrieved expression, she immediately protested:

"What did I even do? Wasn’t I being restrained enough?"

"I didn’t even get to shake his hand yet, and you’re already throwing hands first!"

"College boy, don’t mind her. A dirty mind sees filth in everything."

"Come on, shake my hand and show me that treasure you’ve been hoarding for years."

Lin Yu: "……"

Right now.

He really wanted to give Huang Feirong a thumbs-up.

Absolute queen of dirty jokes!

A few words from her could be interpreted in multiple ways.

What a double entendre master!

Lin Yu quickly extended his hand for a polite, light shake—not daring to grip fully.

Yet…

It was this very gesture.

That somehow tickled Huang Feirong’s funny bone.

Huang Feirong: "Pfft—"

Lin Yu: "???"

Wh-what’s so funny?

Then.

Huang Feirong rubbed her fingers together—the same ones that had just shaken his hand—and sniffed them.

"Wow~ College boy, you smell so nice?"

"Using hand cream, huh?"

"Jade Beauty brand?"

Lin Yu’s eyes widened: "!!!"

No way… Sis, you…

At this moment, he felt like the worst person alive.

How could he have ever sympathized with this menace?!

Shen Buyao crossed her arms, wearing an "I told you so" expression:

"Well? Tell me, did she deserve that slap or not?"

She did!

Honestly, she deserved more!

Even a hot-blooded young man like him was getting flustered by her antics.

Is this the norm in the antique trade?

Morals these days!

Shen Buyao took charge again, steering the conversation back on track:

"Alright, college boy, she’s just messing with you."

"She’s been locked up by her family for a while—too long without seeing a man, so she’s a little… overexcited."

Lin Yu nodded awkwardly:

"Oh… haha, got it. Makes sense!"

Huang Feirong nodded along too:

"Buyao, what did you just say was tight?"

A vein bulged on Shen Buyao’s forehead as she swiftly yanked off her crescent moon hairclip:

"Damn your third granduncle, I’ll kill you first!!"

Lin Yu, slow on the uptake: "……"

Too strong.

The 86’s climbing the mountain!

If you blinked, you’d miss Huang Feirong’s wild ride.

"Clatter… thud… bang… smack…"

After a brief scuffle.

Huang Feirong returned to Lin Yu’s side, her hair slightly disheveled.

Shen Buyao glared daggers at her:

"Can we focus on business now?"

Huang Feirong stood tall, radiating righteousness:

"Of course we can. Absolutely."

Shen Buyao exhaled deeply and pulled out two pairs of specialized gloves.

She handed one to Huang Feirong.

The two women slipped them on with practiced ease and moved to a square table nearby.

Shen Buyao spoke with solemn professionalism:

"College boy, take out that antique treasure you brought last time."

"Both of us need to examine it."

It wasn’t that she distrusted Lin Yu.

This was just how things worked in their trade.

Even if it was just brought in the day before, if it left their sight for even a moment, they’d have to reinspect it before resuming negotiations.

All to prevent some "ghost hand" master from pulling a "switcharoo" when no one was looking.

Lin Yu opened his backpack and carefully retrieved the "Carved Lacquer Grapevine Pattern Begonia Tray" from yesterday.

The moment the tray appeared, Huang Feirong’s playful demeanor vanished, replaced by absolute seriousness.

With one glance at its shape, Shen Buyao could tell it was the same piece as before.

So she stepped aside, letting Huang Feirong inspect it first.

"Exquisite craftsmanship, lifelike details…"

"The layering is something no replica could achieve…"

"The preservation is remarkable—to find something like this at a flea market…"

Shen Buyao stood proudly beside Huang Feirong, hands on her hips:

"See? Didn’t I tell you?"

"I’ve finally found a client who’ll help me save face!"

"Handle it carefully—your family patriarch would skin you alive if you damaged it."

While the two women examined the tray, Lin Yu pulled up Shen Buyao’s information panel.

He wanted to check if the antique dealer had any new quests today.

After learning the price of "room furnishings" in spirit stones, he was feeling particularly "broke."

Any quest rewards he could scrape together, he’d take.

[Shen Buyao]

[Age: 27]

[Sect Status: Elder of the Artisan’s Pavilion, Hidden Vein of the Mystic Gate]

[Host Affinity Level: 26% (Second Realm, Casual Acquaintance)]

[Number of Dao Companions (Soul Cultivation/Body Cultivation): (Host status insufficient, details locked)]

[Attributes/Skills: (Host status insufficient, details locked)]

[Other Information: (Host status insufficient, details locked)]

[Current Quest:]

[Illusion Artifact Competition (Urgent Quest): The Artisan’s Pavilion Elder is deeply obsessed with the field of illusion artifacts…]

【Seeking Treasures (Daily Quest): Mundane objects, rare artifacts...】

【Rest and Recovery (Daily Quest): ...The elder of the Heavenly Craft Pavilion has been unable to sleep properly for years and requires elixirs to regulate his qi and blood.】

Alright, alright.

Aside from the intimacy level being slightly higher than expected,

there haven’t been any changes in the other quests.

No idea what "mundane object" Antique Sister is looking for in 【Seeking Treasures】.

No reaction to the Haitang Plate.

What about the other two items in his possession?

Seems like it’s worth trying them out later.

As for the other daily quest, perhaps the medicinal congee he brews could help?

The real challenge is that their sleep schedules are completely mismatched.

To meet the conditions, he’d have to accommodate Antique Sister’s biological clock.

"College boy, are you a tomb raider? Where’d you get this stuff?"

Huang Feirong suddenly blurted out an unprofessional question.

Shen Buyao immediately interjected,

"College boy, you don’t have to answer!"

"Damn flirt, can’t you be a little more professional?"

Huang Feirong rubbed her gloves and said,

"What’s wrong with asking? I’m not in your line of work anyway."

"Getting bossed around at home, and now even you’re bossing me around."

"Fine, I won’t ask. If you’re sure about selling this piece, I can definitely help."

"College boy, with a rare treasure like this, I’ll surely regain my family’s respect!"

As she spoke,

Huang Feirong’s gaze toward Lin Yu even carried a hint of "flattery."

Shen Buyao translated,

"The Huang family specializes in the Ghost Market auctions."

"Don’t let her wild act fool you—her connections are solid."

"See how Sister’s looking out for you? Hooked you up with such a powerful contact!"

Lin Yu feigned shyness and smiled, then added,

"If it sells, I’ll definitely thank both sisters."

"Sisters, there’s one more thing... Do you think..."

"Could you help me sell these two as well?"

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