After five steps, Wang Hong’s gentle and pleasing voice called out to her: “Ah Rong of the Chen house.”
Chen Rong paused to turn around, whirling her head to look at him. In her eyes was a hopefulness even she wasn’t aware of.
Wang Hong regarded her as he grinned a toothy grin. “Remember, you owe me five first-class courtesans.” Forthwith, he lowered the shade and ordered: “Let’s go.”
The carriage drove away.