Mrs. Carter continued, “Little Chad, do you know what is most taboo in our line of work?”

Chad Sullivan said, “Catching feelings.”

Mrs. Carter said, “Exactly. We’re all just playing a part. Whoever truly falls in love, loses.”

Chad Sullivan fell silent for quite a while before saying, “Godmother, there’s something I’m not sure I should say.”

Mrs. Carter said, “Why wouldn’t you dare say it?”

Chad Sullivan said, “Because it’s shameless to say out loud.”

Mrs. Carter said, “Go ahead, let’s hear it.”

Chad Sullivan said, “If Emily Parker is a lesbian and already has a close female companion, that would be even better.”

Mrs. Carter was dumbfounded.

Chad Sullivan said, “When three travel together, there must be one who gets wet.”

Mrs. Carter stared at Chad Sullivan for a long time, speechless.

“Little Chad, just look at you, such a scoundrel—I really want to sit on you and squash you to death.”

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But…

What followed—

One day, two days, five days, ten days, half a month went by.

Emily Parker still didn’t come, and didn’t take Chad Sullivan to get married.

More and more people looked at Chad Sullivan with growing schadenfreude and increasing sympathy.

You, a brothel gigolo, actually want to marry the deputy commander of the Yingzhou navy?

You even want to become the brother-in-law of the prefect?

What a pipe dream!

That female Rakshasa was just toying with you.

Look at her status, and look at yours.

Still dreaming of leaping to the top in one step?

Chad Sullivan appeared calm and unbothered on the surface, but inside he was panicking.

Emily Parker, what do you mean by this?

Are you planning to use me and then abandon me?

I don’t care if you’re into women, and I care even less if you have a close female companion.

I’d be more than happy for the three of us to live together.

Even four, five, or six people would be fine.

How can you go back on your word?

Every time the other gigolos at Xianyin Pavilion saw Chad Sullivan, they would tease, “Chad Sullivan, when is your lady general coming to marry you?”

The turtle-boy beside them would joke, “Today, it’s happening today.”

Mrs. Carter couldn’t help but come over to comfort Chad Sullivan, saying, “Little Chad, I told you before, the most unreliable thing in this world is a client’s promise—doesn’t matter if they’re men or women.”

Chad Sullivan said, “Aren’t you just using me as your cash cow?”

Mrs. Carter said coquettishly, “You heartless thing, how much money have you really made for me all these years?

You’re so picky with clients—they have to be young, pretty, rich, and curvy. You probably spend more than you earn, and I still have to subsidize you.”

With that, Mrs. Carter pinched Chad Sullivan’s cheek, and after reddening it, gently rubbed it, blew on it, and gave it a kiss.

“Little Chad, you should make more money while you’re still young. I’ve saved up a bit too.

In a few years, we’ll go somewhere no one knows us, and I’ll find you a young, pretty, respectable girl to marry and settle down with—that’s the proper way.”

Mrs. Carter massaged Chad Sullivan, rubbing her chin on the top of his head, saying, “Those lady generals and noblewomen—they’re all unreliable.”

Chad Sullivan laughed, “You want to live with me?”

Mrs. Carter said coquettishly, “What?

Is that not allowed?”

Chad Sullivan said, “Then what should I call you in the future?

Still call you godmother?”

Mrs. Carter said, “I’m only eleven years older than you, I couldn’t possibly have a son your age.”

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…After that, Emily Parker still didn’t show up.

Even the people at Xianyin Pavilion stopped making fun of Chad Sullivan, only occasionally mentioning him—saying he was delusional, or like a toad wanting to eat swan meat.

The so-called marriage between Chad Sullivan and Emily Parker became a running joke.

And on Mrs. Carter’s side, she was getting ready to start arranging clients for Chad Sullivan again.

Chad Sullivan was too picky—his female clients had to be pretty, rich, and have a good figure, so it was really hard to find any for him.

In just a few days, Chad Sullivan had already turned down seven or eight female clients.

Either he thought they weren’t pretty enough, or their skin wasn’t good, or their butts weren’t big enough.

Mrs. Carter could still tolerate Chad Sullivan, but the brothel’s manager was already quite unhappy, warning Chad Sullivan not to be so choosy, and that if he refused any more clients, they wouldn’t be so polite with him.

As for Emily Parker, no one mentioned her anymore.

That legendary wedding had become the laughingstock of the brothel.

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That night, Chad Sullivan was forced to take a client.

This woman was a seventy-five out of a hundred in looks, seventy in figure—a far cry from Emily Parker.

She was also from a scholarly family, but after her family fell on hard times, she became a concubine to a fat, foolish merchant.

But the key thing was, she was very annoying—sneaking into the brothel to hire a gigolo, yet still putting on airs.

Clearly, when she saw Chad Sullivan, she was stunned by his looks.

He was just too handsome. But after being amazed, she put on a look of disdain.

She sighed directly, “Such a handsome man, and yet you’ve fallen so low.”

Clients love to do two things most: persuade respectable women to become prostitutes, and persuade prostitutes to go straight.

I always thought only male clients were like this, but it turns out female clients are the same.

And after she entered the room, she sat up straight and prim, obviously drooling over Chad Sullivan, but still pretending to be serious and aloof.