"Cough, cough, cough..." Shen Hao nearly choked on his drink. He never expected Tang Qingyuan to suddenly drop such a bombshell.
Is he trying to set me up with someone?
"Heh, Lord Tang, look at me, busy as hell—how could I have the mind to...to get engaged right now? But I appreciate your kindness." Shen Hao refused without a second thought. He had his cultivation, not even thirty yet, and even at fifty, getting married wouldn't be too late; body in top shape. Look at Bai Changqing, in his seventies, still planning to take a concubine—why rush?
Besides, there are so many flowers in the Flower House; when the need comes, spend some money, isn't that fragrant?
Worst case, swing by the brokerage, customized female slave? Worth considering.
