The daily life of a space tycoon raising children, doting on his husband, and farming.

Chapter 146 Bet
Shang Wan walked over to the fisherman's location to take a look.

Logically speaking, anglers prefer quiet places so that the fish are less likely to be scared away.

This guy is really interesting. He always goes to places with lots of kids. Is he confident in his fishing skills, or does he have ulterior motives?
A reflective object caught Shang Wan's attention. She bent down, picked it up, and stuffed it into her sleeve, then washed her hands by the river.

To be fair, thanks to the nourishment of the spiritual spring water, her hands were still as smooth as if she had never done heavy work. Her ten fingers were slender and as white and tender as scallion tips, without even a decent callus.

A beautiful woman with an oval face was reflected in the water. Her features were delicate and pleasing to the eye, and her lines were softer than Shang Wan's own face, without a trace of aggression.

With a slight lift of her eyebrows, the inherent flamboyance of her soul instantly shattered this gentle and harmless demeanor, creating a paradox that also possessed a strange allure.

Staring at her reflection in the water, Shang Wan had almost forgotten that this body belonged to a beautiful woman because she hadn't looked in a mirror in so long.

With a gentle touch of the index finger on the water's surface, ripples spread outwards, and the beauty's reflection vanished.

As the sun set, Shang Wan carried the two grass carp, still wriggling, home.

While Xiao Huan was cooking fish, she asked about fishermen.

Xiao Huan said, "If fish isn't cooked properly, it will have a fishy and foul smell. To cook it well, you need to add more seasonings, but many people in the village are reluctant to use them, so there are relatively few people who eat fish, and even fewer who go fishing."

“I’ve only ever seen Luo Da, Uncle Liu, and Uncle Zhang fishing. Xiao Shan does take a small net and catch some small fish to fry. But frying uses a lot of oil, so he says he only catches fish once a month, otherwise his older brother would beat him up.”

In Shang Wan's memory, the people Xiao Huan mentioned didn't match up with the fishermen.

Xiao Huan said, "Sister, we can also catch some small fish with a net. I'll fry them into crispy fish strips for you. You can chew them with the bones on, they're crispy and fragrant, I guarantee you'll like them."

Shang Wan's mouth watered at the sight of the net, and she nodded, saying, "Tomorrow we'll go borrow a net from Xiao Shan and catch a few baskets to try it out."

"Row."

After dinner, and after coaxing Yuanyuan to sleep, Shang Wan lay alone on the back of the ox, staring blankly at the dark night sky.

The clouds blocked the moon, and only a few stars twinkled faintly.

Shang Wan was engrossed in watching when she suddenly heard the sound of a wheelchair rolling over pebbles. Without turning her head, she tossed a transparent object to the person who had approached her.

Lu Chengjing raised his hand to catch it and examined it closely in his palm.

It was a loose little ball, and it looked like fishing line.

He asked, "Where did you come from?"

"By the river." Shang Wan's tone was somewhat lazy as she briefly recounted the story of the fisherman.

“I don’t think he’s from the village. When I went over to check, I found a small clump of fishing line on the ground.”

Lu Chengjing didn't understand Shang Wan's meaning for a moment. Isn't it normal for fishermen to carry fishing lines?

Shang Wan said slowly, "Old Lady Gao was strangled to death. There were several neatly arranged ligature marks on her neck, almost all of which were cut into her flesh. I had been wondering what exactly strangled Old Lady Gao until I saw this ball of fishing line."

Lu Chengjing frowned as he stared at the fishing line, a possibility forming in his mind. "You suspect that Gao Qi wasn't the murderer who killed Old Lady Gao?"

"Rather than saying Gao Qi is the murderer, it's more accurate to say he's the victim. That would explain his dramatic change in behavior."

Shang Wan clicked her tongue lightly, "We might all have been fooled by the murderer. Gao Qi might have died even before Old Lady Gao. The crazy Gao Qi that the villagers saw that day was probably the murderer or an accomplice in disguise."

Lu Chengjing gripped the fishing line tightly and said, "It's just a ball of fishing line, it doesn't prove anything. Gao Qi can use it to kill people too."

“Indeed, it’s all just my speculation.” Shang Wan sat up from the ox’s back, crossed his legs to face Lu Chengjing, and raised an eyebrow slightly. “How about we make a bet?”

Lu Chengjing looked at her, a gentle smile unconsciously appearing in his eyes. "What are we betting on?"

"Let's bet... whether something bad will happen in the village tomorrow." Shang Wan's tone was meaningful.

"I bet something bad will happen." The two said almost simultaneously.

Shang Wan whistled and shrugged, "Same here, looks like there's no betting." Lu Chengjing asked, "What's the stake?"

Shang Wan beckoned to him with her finger, and Lu Chengjing turned his wheelchair closer and listened intently.

Shang Wan leaned down, whispered a few words in his ear.

Lu Chengjing's originally fair ears suddenly burned like fire, and his pale lips pursed uncomfortably.

Shang Wan reached out and pinched the earlobe that was so close to hers, her voice low and seductive, "Want to change your mind?"

Lu Chengjing coughed lightly and turned his head away. His fingers, which were resting on the armrest of the wheelchair, gripped the edge uncomfortably, and his long, thick eyelashes trembled violently.

Shang Wan leisurely observed his bright red ears, thinking to herself that he was still so easily teased.

Her voice held a hint of amusement as she said, "My lord, you haven't answered me yet."

Lu Chengjing's fingertips trembled, and he turned to look at her.

The woman's almond-shaped eyes curved slightly, and when she smiled, they were like a refreshing spring.

A night breeze wafted by, carrying a familiar fragrance that lingered around my nose.

Lu Chengjing's heart seemed to skip a beat. He pursed his lips, then pursed them again, and after a long while, he lowered his eyes and gave a soft "hmm".

Shang Wan clicked her tongue inwardly; the girl was so well-behaved that she couldn't bear to bully her.

However, how can teasing your own pet fox be considered bullying?
"So you're so unwilling? Fine, then forget it, I won't gamble anymore." Shang Wan jumped off the ox's back and walked away.

"Wait." Lu Chengjing reached out and grabbed her arm, pulling her back forcefully.

Following the force, Shang Wan spun around and sat on his lap, looking down to meet his eyes.

Lu Chengjing said in a low voice, "Don't be angry, I'll bet."

Shang Wan smiled slightly, raised her arms and wrapped them around the back of the young man's neck, leaned in and gently kissed his cheek.

The soft touch became increasingly familiar. Lu Chengjing's fingertips trembled slightly, and his right hand slowly, slowly rose up, gently placing it on Shang Wan's waist, encircling the person in his arms in a protective and possessive gesture.

Shang Wan reached out her index finger and scratched the young man's chin. "Why are you being so obedient?"

"I want you to be happy." Lu Chengjing grabbed the fingers that were playing around on his chin and brought them to his lips for a gentle kiss.

Shang Wan was indeed quite happy.

His gaze fell on the young man's beautifully shaped lips. Feeling that the color was too light, he raised his hand and gently pressed and kneaded them until they were tinged with a touch of vibrant color before letting go.

"You're quite good at sweet-talking people. Where did you learn that?"

Lu Chengjing's ears were still burning hot. He grabbed Shang Wan's fingertips and kissed them again, then smiled and said, "It's all thanks to my wife's excellent teaching."

Shang Wan had a feeling that her master was about to be completely crushed on the beach. She cleared her throat and said, "Not bad, keep up the good work."

She braced herself against Lu Chengjing's shoulders and tried to stand up, but the hand around her waist exerted even more force, pressing her down onto his lap.

Shangwan: ?
Lu Chengjing wrapped his arms around her, rested his chin on her shoulder, and gently rubbed it.

Her loose, dark hair brushed against her face and neck, causing a slight tickle.

Although he didn't say it aloud, he clearly wanted to hug her a little longer.

Shang Wan felt like she had been rubbed by a cat.

No, that's just a fox in her house.

Oh well, foxes are furry too, might as well let them rub against me.