Eternal Life: I Rely on Fortune Points for Improvement-Chapter 87: Can’t Fathom a Woman’s Heart

The courtesan of the Sun and Moon Building.

The son of the Minister of Justice.

None of them are easy to deal with.

And yet the Squad Leader dared to discuss this matter.

How could Jiang Feng tolerate it!

If he doesn’t discipline them at once, who knows, they might start harassing the courtesan.

For safety’s sake.

Jiang Feng went out on a patrol.

He made sure there were no prison guards lingering outside the courtesan’s cell—not just his own squad’s men, but any guards at all. If any dared to misbehave there, Jiang Feng would show no mercy.

Sure enough.

After Squad Leader Wang and the others were punished, they wisely called their men back.

When Jiang Feng arrived,

only the underlings of other Prison Chiefs were left standing outside the courtesan’s cell.

"Tap, tap!"

Jiang Feng walked over.

His expression was stern.

He deliberately made his footsteps heavy.

"Prison Chief Jiang is coming."

"Let’s go!"

"Careful, or he’ll make us copy out the Four Restraints!"

Seven or eight prison guards scattered like birds.

Clearly, Jiang Feng’s reputation on the third floor was well-known.

With Han Dong’s backing, even the Captain and Supervisors were reluctant to cross Jiang Feng.

The lesser guards certainly wouldn’t dare provoke him.

Soon as they saw Jiang Feng approach, they all quickly left—gone in a flash.

Jiang Feng didn’t stop.

He patrolled past like on official business.

Chu Yuyan had just been brought in, still wearing her old prison uniform.

She stood in her cell, still fuming with anger.

Those little prison guards had just been gawking at her as if she were some animal in a zoo, laughing and teasing her; she’d wanted nothing more than to rush out and stab each one of them.

Now she heard footsteps approaching.

The prison guards outside her bars scattered at once.

She figured it had to be one of the prison heads, coming to "admire" her again.

Once upon a time,

even the great and powerful had to scheme for a glimpse of her face.

Now that she’d landed in jail,

she’d become a laughingstock for the prison guards.

Once she got out, she’d make sure they all paid for this.

So, Chu Yuyan stood there, bold and upright, determined to remember the face of every guard who’d come to harass her—she was sure she wouldn’t be in here long.

A few days at most and she’d be out.

No matter who the Prison Chief thought he was, if he dared to insult or harass her, he’d regret it afterwards.

After dispersing the guards,

Jiang Feng lightened his steps.

Without looking to the side, he walked past Chu Yuyan’s cell door with dignity.

He didn’t even glance inside.

If it weren’t his jurisdiction, he wouldn’t even come by to check.

And so.

Under Chu Yuyan’s watchful gaze, Jiang Feng walked straight past her cell without so much as a backward glance, his footsteps never faltering.

Chu Yuyan was taken aback.

It dawned on her,

that the passing Little Prison Chief had only come to clear out the guards, not to laugh at her.

"A mere little chief—how could he show such self-restraint? Surely, he’s just putting on a show!"

Still, not being gazed at...

Chu Yuyan felt a little off-balance inside.

She was the courtesan of the Sun and Moon Building, after all. 𝐟𝐫𝕖𝗲𝘄𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝕧𝐞𝚕.𝕔𝕠𝐦

Countless distinguished men had spent fortunes just to see her once.

How could a little Prison Chief pass up such a chance?

The more Jiang Feng averted his eyes,

the more suspicious she became that he harbored some hidden intent.

She was sure—before tomorrow even came, he’d find some excuse to strike up a conversation.

After dispersing the guards, Jiang Feng returned to his office.

He checked his Fortune Point.

Fortune: 578

It had gone up by several hundred points.

Clearly, driving away the guards and making sure no one gawked at Chu Yuyan had averted trouble and risk.

Jiang Feng resolved,

for the next few days, to keep a strict watch.

He’d make sure no guards or squad leaders disturbed Chu Yuyan.

Three days passed like this.

Jiang Feng made his daily trips between Chaoyang Alley and Zhenbei Prison.

During his shifts,

he did three inspections of the cells: morning, midday, and evening.

Each time, his eyes stayed firmly ahead.

Before clocking out, he’d remind his subordinates that no one was to bother Chu Yuyan; if caught, punishment would be severe.

Thus,

his Fortune Point kept increasing—a little bit each day, for three straight days.

But today, just as he was about to hand over his shift, Jiang Feng checked his status and saw that his Fortune hadn’t budged at all.

He found it strange—he’d done everything right, making sure no guards harassed Chu Yuyan. Normally, by this time each night, a quick check would show his Fortune had risen a little.

Why hadn’t it increased today?

Another thing—

when he went by Chu Yuyan’s cell in the morning, he’d heard a cough.

At noon, he’d heard two more coughs as he passed by her cell,

and in the evening, when he passed again, her coughing was abrupt and urgent.

"Could she be sick?"

Jiang Feng thought to himself.

He’d heard the coughing but didn’t dare to look or ask, afraid of inviting trouble or getting her attention.

"I’d better get the Prison Doctor to check on her. If she really falls ill and some big shot who cares about her comes after me, that’d be a nightmare."

After thinking it over, Jiang Feng decided to ask the Prison Doctor to examine Chu Yuyan.

"Is he deaf or something? I coughed like that and he didn’t hear me?"

"He must be out of his mind."

Chu Yuyan had already changed into her prison uniform.

The cell itself was kept spotless.

Although imprisoned, she was looked after, thanks to noblemen pulling strings behind the scenes.

Some were even willing to offend the Minister of Justice to rescue her.

So these few days, apart from losing her freedom, nothing else seemed to have changed—every day, some high official came visiting her in jail.

When it came to those in power, Jiang Feng didn’t dare interfere; he couldn’t, even if he tried.

That was none of his business.

All he had to do was make sure neither he nor his men messed up.

What anyone else did—

Jiang Feng didn’t see, didn’t listen, didn’t ask, didn’t want to know.

Unfortunately,

this time, he’d miscalculated.

He could grasp the minds of the powerful, but not that of a woman.

He’d just patrolled past Chu Yuyan’s cell, ignoring her hurried coughing—thinking that transparent invisibility was the best way to avoid trouble.

Who could have guessed—

After a few days of this,

the ever-admired Chu Yuyan actually felt neglected and slighted—so much so, she grew angry about it.

Even Jiang Feng’s Fortune growth had stalled.

"Miss Chu, I’m here to take your pulse,"

said the old Prison Doctor, appearing at Chu Yuyan’s cell door just then.

"Take my pulse?"

Chu Yuyan frowned.

"Yes, please give me your hand so I can feel your pulse. Don’t worry, though I’m just a prison doctor, I’ve practiced medicine for many years. If you have any ailment, I’ll know it at once."

The old Prison Doctor chuckled.

"I’m not sick. Who asked you to check my pulse?"

Chu Yuyan asked in puzzlement.

"Prison Chief Jiang said you’ve been coughing all day, so you might have caught a cold. He told me to come and check on you."

The old Prison Doctor explained.

"Me... You can tell him if anyone’s sick, it’s him—there’s something wrong with his head!"

Chu Yuyan was caught off guard, then snapped in anger.

So, after all that, Jiang Feng wasn’t deaf.