He had also sustained serious injuries, but fortunately, his family was well-established with a pharmacy. After taking several strong remedies, he managed to recover and stabilize. Now, with food and warmth secured, he found himself yearning for passion. Simón's syphilis and external wounds had improved noticeably—much like someone who had healed a scar and no longer remembered the pain. Goodness, it had been a long time since he last touched a woman. This time, he was determined to visit Yueling Pavilion! Hah! You, Pan Jinlian, have kept me at arm's length—well, I’ve got plenty of plans. You refused the sedative, so I’ll have Lady Liu taste it first. This time, when the moon is low and the wind is still, I’ll sneak through the back garden, climb over to your bathhouse, and quietly pour a few spoonfuls of Xiao Yao Sheng Xian Dew into your bathing basin. Hah! As soon as you bathe, after a short while, the effects will begin to take hold—then you’ll be helpless, and I’ll have my chance to show off! Simón Qíng is absolutely a man of passion—his mind is constantly occupied with matters concerning Pan Jinlian. Thus, on this night, driven by desire, he quietly slips into Pan Jinlian’s bathing chamber. Unaware, however, that today there is already a flower-thief who has arrived earlier than him, with eyes as eager and thirsty as his own—namely, Zhang Shouchu, the wealthy magnate. This elderly man, who is so deeply enamored of Pan Jinlian, clearly testifies to her enduring charm. Throughout history, countless heroes and commoners have been captivated by her. In 2011, television dramas, films, stage plays, and novels about Pan Jinlian continue to emerge, establishing her as a household name. Yet, what exactly is Pan Jinlian like? Is she a promiscuous woman, a woman of loose morals, or one who changes partners easily? We shall find out shortly. The scene shifts to Pan Jinlian’s bathing chamber. High Light saw Zhang Shouchu pressing steadily upon Pan Jinlian from outside, while Pan Jinlian was crouched in the wash basin, tightly covering her large chest with her jade hands, facing the dazed Zhang Shouchu and saying, "Don't come any closer! If you take another step, I'll die right before your eyes!" High Light was startled at the scene: "Is this really Pan Jinlian? A woman of such unwavering chastity!" Zhang Shouchu, though an old libertine, was indeed shrewd and experienced. Indeed, this visit had come with risk, and he had prepared thoroughly. Zhang Shouchu blew a strong gust of air from the pipe he had tucked in his waist, and the smoke gently drifted onto Pan Jinlian's face. "Ah! Hm!" Immediately, she felt a dizzy sensation in her head, yet she still clutched her chest tightly, declaring, "You're a demon! A demon that won't leave! I hate you!" And then she collapsed into the basin. Meanwhile, Zhang Shouchu, now flushed with urgency, hurriedly pulled his pants and stepped toward the basin. Gao Liang wanted to rush over angrily and deal a severe punishment to Zhang Shouchu, but found that Zhang Shouchu cried out in pain. Gao Liang looked closely—by heaven, it was his own defeated subordinate, Simen Qing! Hmph! How could this man appear now at such a moment? Simen Qing, being young and spirited, was clearly no match for Zhang Shouchu, who was now in his later years. In just three punches and two kicks, Simen Qing had left Zhang Shouchu with a bruised nose and swollen face. After speaking, Simón Qiang kicked S Zhang Shouchu a powerful blow to the lower part. The force of the kick was so strong that the normally weak, timid Zhang Shouchu—previously unable to hold up—was suddenly crushed. This was even more unbearable than being killed outright. After all, Zhang Shouchu had married several wives, some of whom were in their thirties or forties, vibrant and eager, and whose needs he had consistently failed to meet. Now, with this blow, his genital region had become deformed. In the future, he would feel even more humiliated in front of his wives. Damn it! Today, instead of roasting a chicken, he had ended up losing a whole bushel of rice—his very own core strength. Without this rice, how could he possibly look his wives in the face? Zhang Shouchu stared wide-eyed, utterly stunned, his face contorted with pain. Simón would not let him stay any longer; he immediately added another kick, precisely landing it on Zhang Shouchu's backside, sending Zhang sprawling like a dog eating its own excrement and knocking out several of his front teeth. "Simón, sir! Please forgive me! Forgive me! If only I had known how deeply Pán Jīnlán was to be avoided, I would have come at any cost! I never should have come! I never should have come again! Truly, I never will! As long as you let me go, I will hand over my entire silver-trimmed merchandise business to you!" Zhang Shouchu's urgent pleas, his kneeling appeals, caused Simón to pause mid-kick and roar at him, "You damn fool, get out of here!" Zhang Shouchu immediately stumbled and fled, possibly panicking and tripping over a stone pillar, where he received a shower of bruises on his head—but he dared not cry out, for survival was paramount. "Remember! What I just said must be kept!" Zhang Shouchu heard Simón's voice as he escaped thirty meters beyond. "Yes! Yes!" Zhang Shouchu replied. "Hahaha! Today I've achieved both wealth and beauty! Wealth and beauty! Hahaha! Pan Jinlian! You're mine! You've always been mine! You'll always be mine! Hahaha!" West Menqing's arrogant, lustful laughter echoed throughout the halls and courtyards of Huayue Building. "As she spoke, she prepared to strike the hard wooden edge of the bathtub. But just as she made contact, she realized her body was suddenly weak and limp. She had been unconscious earlier—due to the smoke of Zhang Shouchu's old libertine scent. Then, why was it like this now? So hot! So intensely passionate!"