Chapter 4 — Truc Ma planned to make me his concubine, I became someone he had to kneel and worship

Right when I was playing with Thanh Hoan with the "telescope" that my grandmother bought from the West, I suddenly saw a body floating on the sea surface. Under the guidance of my maternal ancestors, I was not too shy about such things. I thought that the dead should be allowed to enter the earth to live in peace, so I ordered someone to pick him up. Unexpectedly, he is still alive. He said his name was Mo Lam An, he wanted me to take him back to the royal capital, and at the same time he was willing to use the amount of silver more than the value of these eight cargo ships as a reward for saving his life. I refuse. We cannot lose trust with the shipper. He is also a reasonable person, and complimented me on being able to manage such a large business to such a prosperous development at such a young age. The days floating on the boat were really boring, so I played chess with myself. He suddenly sat down opposite me, following my position and placing a piece. Just like that, we fought for a whole day and a night, to the point where Thanh Hoan didn't want to continue heating hot wine and hot food for me anymore. In the end, he had to drag me into the ship's cabin to give up. I saw a voice book called 《Hate Ai》, which tells the story of the female lead being saved by the male lead after falling into the water. The female lead knows that the male lead already has someone in his heart and cannot marry her, so she prepares to commit suicide "to maintain her purity". However, the male lead ran to save the female lead out of morality and eventually married her. But the person in the male lead's heart sadly jumped into the river on the day they got married. From then on, the male and female protagonists fell into an endless spiral of love and hatred. I angrily threw the book out and accidentally threw it right at Mo Lam An's feet. He gave me the rabbit lamp he made himself, and I bent down to pick up the tablet to look at. I boredly turned the rabbit lamp in my hand, looking at the warm pale yellow light emanating from it, but my heart felt heavy, feeling completely uncomfortable. Obviously this world is inherently like that, traditional rites are inherently like that, everyone's perception is also inherently like that... But I still feel like there's something wrong! I saw that Mo Lam An suddenly felt like he had picked up a hot potato and hastily threw away the audiobook. He was still filled with disgust and made a "tch" sound in his voice, then commented:

“It's definitely not a good book.”

I replied faintly, the sea breeze blowing by brought with it a salty taste and a sticky wet feeling, making people feel even more uncomfortable. He reached out to hold the rabbit lamp that was constantly rotating in my hand, and asked very seriously:

“Miss also feels that this is not right, right?”

I raised my head in bewilderment: His voice was gentle like a cool breeze gently passing across my face on a summer night:

"Just because of physical contact, it forced two women to seek death, caused two people who had no feelings to become resentful couples, and caused two people who loved each other to separate. The lady also feels that this is not right, right?!"

The light from the rabbit lamp reflected into my eyes, I looked at him also standing in that light:

“So what do you think should be done?”

His fingertips lightly tapped on the table:

"Clothing is originally to cover the body. If you wear clothes, then why is it still called skin contact?"

“It's just that Two people in an emergency accidentally touched each other in the most normal way."

"We shouldn't put things like reputation, virginity or great cause on it to scare people."

His voice gradually drifted away along the sea breeze:

"After repaying the favor, the man marries the woman, not related to each other, not tied to each other, that is the best policy."

At that moment, my mind was completely blank, but not at all confused. On the contrary, it was like a place that was as tangled as a ball of thread was burned clean by a fire, becoming extremely clear. I slowly nodded in agreement, stood up, and walked towards the book. Toes aimed correctly. Give a strong kick. It turns out that when that book fell into the water, the sound it made was so soft. Turning around, he and I looked at each other and burst out laughing. He gave me a thumbs up, those dark eyes seemed to be saying:

“Sure enough, she also thinks so.”