Abandoned daughter reborn, legitimate son is resourceful

Chu Xiaoran stood quietly aside, and next to him stood a man who looked exactly like him.

The man held a folding fan painted in ink in his hand. He waved it gently, and the fan opened slightly. His eyes smiled with endless temptation.

"This is?"

Chu Xiaoran clearly remembered that the situation was extremely critical at that time, but he finally managed to escape.

He will never let Chu Zixuan get what he wants!

"Do you think you can really hurt these hooligans with your own strength?"

"Who are you anyway?"

Chu Xiaoran frowned tightly, and there was a hint of obvious hesitation and doubt in his eyes.

"I am the Young Master Haitang you are looking for, and I am you in your previous life."

Haitang had a smile on her lips and her eyes were slightly narrowed, hiding the resentment and turmoil in her heart.

"Are you Mr. Haitang?"

Chu Xiaoran was a little bit unbelievable. Was what he dreamed about his past life?

"That's right. I am just a wisp of your soul from your past life. I am unwilling to die like that. I love Beitang, so even if I end up living in a brothel, I just want to use her name as a consolation."

Sadness filled Haitang's eyes. She raised her hand and gently brushed the scene in front of her. The scene changed to Chu Xiaoran being sold to a brothel.

He raised his chin and looked at the madam in front of him who was holding a cane and trying to hit him.

"Daddy, if you hurt my body and can't make money in the future, don't blame me."

After hearing what he said, the madam paused for a moment. The person next to her whispered something in his ear before she put down the whip.

"You are a rotten cabbage who has lost your virginity. Which woman would be interested in you? You might as well come out and receive customers earlier."

"Daddy, you only need to give me half a year, and I will be able to become the most beautiful courtesan."

The scene changes, and Chu Xiaoran watches Haitang learning music, chess, calligraphy and painting under the fallen leaves in autumn, and practicing dancing barefoot in the snow in winter.

As the seasons change, winter arrives and the earth is covered with snow.

Haitang danced barefoot in the freezing cold snow, her figure light and graceful.

Of course, when working in a brothel, one naturally has to learn some sex skills to please the customers.

Chu Xiaoran stared quietly at Haitang, who had broken her finger due to piano practice, and couldn't help feeling a little worried and distressed.

He sighed to himself, remembering that he seemed to have no strengths in his life.

Perhaps it is because their environments and experiences are so different!

Nan Jinming simply hired a private school teacher to teach him how to read and write.

"Begonia..."

Haitang tilted her head slightly, her beautiful eyes turned slightly, and her gaze slowly fell on the man next to her.

I saw that Chu Xiaoran had a handsome face, sharp eyebrows, bright eyes and a high nose bridge.

His skin was as white as snow and seemed as delicate as a baby's.

Although she has never put on any makeup, her fresh and refined appearance is enough to make people's heart beat faster.

"Don't worry, just keep watching."

Time flies, and half a year has passed in the blink of an eye.

Haitang, wearing a gorgeous brocade dress and with a rosy face, participated in the Kyoto Oiran Competition.

On the stage, Haitang moved her lotus steps lightly, her sleeves fluttering, and every movement was just right, as natural and smooth as flowing clouds and water.

His every frown and smile exuded charming charm, attracting everyone's attention. Haitang successfully won the position of the most beautiful courtesan.

After becoming an oiran, Haitang used the money she saved to redeem herself and then entered the most famous brothel in Kyoto.

Here, he relied on his beauty and talent to get along with everyone and became the top prostitute in the brothel.

He could smile and act at ease in front of dignitaries and nobles, and if anyone wanted to order him, he would always raise the price.

That day on the street, he also saw the grand scene of Murong Beitang returning victoriously from southern Xinjiang.

"You and Beitang..."

"Nothing happened between her and me."

Haitang was considerate. She saw Chu Xiaoran's embarrassment and cleverly changed the subject.

However, Chu Xiaoran's eyes were involuntarily attracted to the carriage behind Murong Beitang.

At this moment, the curtain of the small window of the carriage was slowly pulled open, and a face was vaguely revealed.

Chu Xiaoran's heart suddenly tightened, as if it was hit hard by something.

"He is Wu Ma Xie, the eldest prince of Southern Xinjiang, the man Murong Beitang is determined to marry no matter what."

Haitang's voice rang in Chu Xiaoran's ears. He silently reached out his hand and covered his heart, trying to calm the inexplicable pain.