Chapter 125: The Proud Landlady

"Ah, ah, ah... Help me..."

Lying on the floor of the hot spring, Ming Tian was in tears.

Fortunately, his vital rear remained intact. An Luo was, after all, a competent warrior and reacted at the critical moment by twisting his body aside, thereby preserving Ming Tian's chrysanthemum.

One must realize that An Luo was packing a massive twenty-two centimeters. Good grief, if that thing had rammed straight in, it would have been fatal—he would have shat right out of his mouth.

Of course, Ming Tian was not howling so miserably out of sheer paranoia.

As a result of that violent collision, his Second Battalion Commander had died a heroic death.

Ming Tian wanted nothing more than to die.

His Italian artillery piece had been forcefully bent into a boomerang. What kind of psychological trauma was that?

Ah, ah, ah... My Second Battalion Commander, how could you fall like this? What is your brother supposed to do when he goes to war in the future? Relying solely on Miss Five and her four sisters simply won't cut it!

Fortunately, the intense pain caused Ming Tian to go flaccid on the spot, granting him a twisted form of release; otherwise, he would still be humping the wall right now.

"What is going on here?"

A few minutes later, a familiar voice echoed through the men's bathhouse.

Wei Jingjing, the boss lady with an aura of a dominant older sister, had somehow already dressed and walked right into the men's bathing area, completely unconcerned about her status as a woman.

Seeing this, An Luo's weathered face instantly flushed red, and he hurriedly leaped into the pool.

Ming Tian had used his underpants to wipe away his nosebleeds, leaving him completely bare-assed.

"B-Boss lady... I'll never dare do it again..." Ming Tian wept like a child.

Who wouldn't cry when the most vital organ representing the meaning of life for a man was injured?

"So, you're saying you really were eavesdropping?"

Looking at Ming Tian's miserable state, Wei Jingjing said coldly, showing not an ounce of sympathy.

Ming Tian was utterly speechless!

One truly must not do wicked deeds!

"Sister Wei." Xiao Ji stepped up beside Wei Jingjing, lowering his head respectfully. "The guest getting injured is partly my fault. I accidentally tripped and pushed him, which is why he got hurt so badly. Please, save him."

"Hmph."

Wei Jingjing cast a disdainful glance at Ming Tian. "Stinky man, why should I help treat him? Who told him to be so perverted and eavesdrop on our women's bathhouse?"

Hearing this, although Ming Tian's shaft was throbbing with excruciating pain, his temper flared up even hotter.

"Damn it! If you didn't want us eavesdropping, why did you build an open-air bath?! I am a man, after all! A man with exceptional renal function! I wasn't even peeping, just listening in, and even that's not allowed? Do you have any consideration for us men at all?"

"Besides... if I hadn't eavesdropped, wouldn't that be a denial of your charm? I was actually doing you a favor, giving you face! By rights, you should be thanking me!"

This rapid-fire barrage of nonsense left Wei Jingjing dumbfounded.

The moment the words left his mouth, Ming Tian instantly regretted them, because the breathtakingly gorgeous face of Wei Jingjing displayed a very specific expression upon hearing that speech. That expression was precisely—

I have never seen such a shameless person in all my life.

"Oh, really?! To be able to speak of eavesdropping with such righteousness and righteous indignation—in all my twenty-two years of life, this is truly the first time I've seen it. I'm just not going to treat you today, what can you possibly do about it?"

Wei Jingjing akimboed her hands on her slender waist, instantly putting on an expression that clearly said: *Your pain is my pleasure.*

This drove Ming Tian out of his mind.

"What the [beep], you stinky bitch, do you have to be so arrogant?"

"I am this arrogant, so what?"

"I bet you don't even have the skill to cure me!"

"Reverse psychology doesn't work on me, sister here simply refuses to treat you. If you've got the guts, go have that gender-swapped woman dressed in men's clothes outside heal you! And as for that hand of yours shaking like it has Parkinson's disease, if she can cure you, I'll write my name backward."

This remark made Ming Tian pause for a second.

Without a doubt, she was referring to Yin Chan.

Yin Chan would never reveal her past life to outsiders, so how on earth did Wei Jingjing know about it?

Could this woman named Wei Jingjing really be that formidable? Capable of seeing right through the past lives of transmigrators?

If that was the case, was Cui Jue actually telling the truth? Were this bathhouse and this boss lady truly extraordinary?

What should he do?

Ming Tian began to feel nervous.

A shaky hand wasn't a big deal, but the little guy was critical! Was he really going to have to ask Yin Chan to cast Greater Heal on him?

No way, Greater Heal was far too precious to be squandered casually, but what was he going to do for the rest of his life?

Ming Tian felt like crying without any tears left.

If he had known better, he wouldn't have eavesdropped in the first place. Now look at him—forget about losing the battle and the bride, he had even lost his Italian artillery piece!

At this moment, Xiao Ji looked at Ming Tian with a twinge of sympathy, especially after glancing at the bizarrely shaped Second Battalion Commander, which caused him to suck in several sharp breaths of cold air.

This Xiao Ji seemed to be a simple-minded brute similar to An Luo, which meant...

He had just betrayed his teammate!

He stepped forward and pleaded with Wei Jingjing, "Sister Wei, forget it. After all, they're just ordinary people, lacking self-control is normal. Besides, who told Sister Wei to be so devastatingly charming?"

"Hmph."

Wei Jingjing let out a haughty hum. "Well, obviously."

Good grief, this woman wore a complete tsundere expression and was so [beep] narcissistic. At least try to show a little modesty!

Xiao Ji continued, "Sister Wei, spare him. Didn't your great-great-grandfather, Old Master Wei Lai, also have a penchant for eavesdropping on the women's hall? Not only did he eavesdrop, but he was also caught peeping by Great-Great-Grandmother Yun Ruyu several times and was castrated eighteen times, you know."

Castrated... Castrated eighteen times?!

Upon hearing this, Ming Tian's face turned even paler than An Luo's carbon-steel saber.

Good grief, Wei Lai truly lived up to his name as the first transmigrator; he was an absolute martyr and hero. Castrated eighteen times? Where is his memorial tablet? I need to go pay my respects!

However, Xiao Ji, my big black teammate, that betrayal was executed brilliantly.

As for Wei Jingjing, upon hearing this, her face turned pitch black.

Seizing this golden opportunity, Ming Tian broke into a wicked grin. "Oh my, and here you were acting all righteous and upright! Turns out your great-great-grandfather was even worse than me. I merely listened in; what right do you have to lecture me?"

"You..."

Wei Jingjing instantly lost the upper hand. "Th-that... back then my great-great-grandfather was just young and vigorous, that's completely normal!"

"Well, I'm young and vigorous too! And I exercised a ton of restraint, I only listened!"

"You..." Wei Jingjing was clearly lost for words. "You... you're just being obscene! My great-great-grandfather, he... he... he was simply..."

"Simply what?"

Ming Tian put on a comical expression. "Were you about to say he was merely conducting scientific research?"

Wei Jingjing froze for a second, and out of sheer reflex, blurted out, "Yes."

"Yes your head!"

Ming Tian managed to prop his body up. The beating was over, so it was time to sweet-talk her. "Alright, Boss Lady, I know I was wrong. I swear, I will never eavesdrop again. Have mercy on your kind heart and cure me."

With that, Ming Tian made a swearing gesture and looked at her with the most sincere gaze humanly possible.

After the quarrel, Wei Jingjing's anger had mostly dissipated, though she was clearly still nursing a grudge over Ming Tian's insult toward Wei Lai.

After a moment of hesitation, Wei Jingjing finally made her decision.

"Healing your hand, and that... that thing of yours—it's doable. But you have to agree to my conditions!"

"Huh?" Ming Tian blinked. What was this boss lady plotting?

"What conditions?"

Wei Jingjing was clearly still somewhat indignant. With her cheeks flushed red, she glared and snapped, "You insulted my great-great-grandfather. Even though he has already transmigrated back and is no longer here, you must make amends to him!"

She took a deep breath and declared, "You will work here for three days. During these three days, you must prove that you have genuinely repented. Otherwise, you can just use Greater Heal on yourself!"

Work? Here? For three days?

Good grief, a dignified commandery prince like me is going to become a bathhouse scrubber? This is...

This is way too exciting!

"Deal!"

For the sake of his Second Battalion Commander, Ming Tian agreed without a second thought. "Just three days!"