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

Chapter 185 Blocking the Way
Those two guys took so much of his money, and they can't even handle a woman. What a bunch of trash!
"Oh, you're awake." A familiar yet unfamiliar voice came from the right. The young man turned his head and saw Shang Wan leaning against the tree trunk, her arms crossed, smiling at him.

But that smile looked cold no matter how you looked at it, sending chills down your spine. Zhong Chenghong couldn't help but get goosebumps all over his arms.

Standing next to Shang Wan was a familiar face, a tall and elegant young man in blue robes and black hair, with an indifferent expression and a demeanor that was even more impressive than before.

A hint of jealousy flickered in Zhong Chenghong's eyes.

He opened his mouth to speak, but because the cloth gag was blocking his mouth, he could only make "mmm" sounds.

Shang took the gag out of the young man's mouth before noon and punched him in the stomach without warning.

The young man's curse words stuck in his throat, turning into a painful cry that startled the birds in the forest.

Shang Wan lifted his chin with her toes, looked down into the young man's eyes, which were somewhat unfocused due to pain, and said, "Answer whatever I ask, understand?"

A blatant threat of force.

Cold sweat dripped down his chin from the pain. Zhong Chenghong angrily flung his jaw away, his Adam's apple bobbing. "Are you crazy? I'm going to report this to the authorities!"

No sooner had he finished speaking than the young man was kicked and sent flying, crashing into a tree trunk not far away with a "bang." He arched his back in pain and curled up like a shrimp.

Shang Wan strolled over, reached out and pulled the person up, her eyes and brows radiating coldness. "I've never had much patience for people who want to harm me. I don't want to repeat myself a third time, understand?"

Zhong Chenghong had never been treated like this before. Every part of his body ached, and he bit his lips until they bled before swallowing the cries of pain that were about to escape his lips.

A chilling killing intent enveloped his entire body, creeping up his spine like a venomous snake about to devour him. The young man trembled involuntarily, and said in a hoarse voice, "I...I understand."

Shang Wan released him and asked coldly, "First question, why did you hire someone to kill me?"

"I didn't," Zhong Chenghong denied vehemently, his eyes flashing slightly. "Wanwan, I'm practically ready to tear my heart out to prove my feelings. How could I hire someone to kill you? Why are you framing me?"

The young man's eyes trembled with grievance, but as always, his eyes looked at the woman in front of him with tenderness and affection, as if she were his only one.

Shangwan: ...It's an eyesore!

"Your hair is a mess, you haven't washed your face or brushed your teeth, there's still sleep in your eyes, and your head is covered in leaves and mud. Who are you trying to disgust?"

Shang Wan's disdain was written all over her face, and she quickly turned her head to look at Lu Chengjing a few more times to cleanse her eyes.

—My own fox is still the prettiest.

Lu Chengjing, who was about to walk over, quietly adjusted his posture to ensure that his wife would find the view pleasing.

Zhong Chenghong: "..."

I request to start over!

"Stop making that disgusting face of yours." Shang Wan cracked her knuckles and asked coldly, "Tell me, why did you hire someone to kill me?"

Zhong Chenghong: "I didn't, I'm innocent, Wanwan, you have to believe me."

Shang Wan squinted. She wouldn't shed tears until she saw the coffin; she loved dealing with tough opponents like this.

The next fifteen minutes were the darkest moment in Zhong Chenghong's life.

The ultimate control of fists and power.

The pain piled up layer by layer, his cries became hoarse, and in the end he didn't even have the strength to convulse, turning into a puddle of mud on the ground.

Even the gentle breeze that brushed against my skin sent a sharp, piercing pain through my brain.

His temples were damp and clung to his forehead. The young man made a painful "hoarse" sound in his throat, but he couldn't utter a single word. He only had the strength to move his eyes. At that moment, he wished he were dead.

Shang Wan rotated her wrist, pleased that her skills, honed during the apocalypse, hadn't deteriorated.

What is death? The most terrifying thing in the world is a living death.

"My wife has worked hard." Lu Chengjing walked over with a water bag, his gaze sweeping lightly over the slumped young man on the ground, his eyes as cold as if he were looking at a dead object.

Shang Wan's anger was still churning, and her cold, murderous aura was almost tangible. She took the water pouch and silently drank two mouthfuls.

The cool spring water gently suppressed the last trace of resentment in his heart, and the faint red light in his eyes disappeared as his gaze shifted.

Lu Chengjing took her hand and massaged her wrist with moderate pressure, his voice gentle, "My wife, please rest for now. Shall I ask how you are?"

Shang Wan nodded; she was indeed not in a good state to ask questions right now.

This body still retains the original owner's residual consciousness, which she hadn't noticed before, only emerging when she was hitting Zhong Chenghong.

Enveloped in invisible hostility and resentment, she nearly killed Zhong Chenghong.

Now that Zhong Chenghong looks so miserable, his inexplicable resentment has vanished without a trace, and he should not cause any more trouble in the future.

“Zhong Chenghong, if you tell the truth, you can suffer less.” Lu Chengjing’s voice was as cold as his expression. He lowered his eyes and stared at the young man on the ground, his eyes dark and turbulent.

"Ha!" Zhong Chenghong sneered, spitting out blood that smeared on his pointed chin.

He tilted his head back forcefully, stared at the person looking down at him, and said sneer, word by word, "Does a green hat look good?"

Lu Chengjing's eyes flashed with a sharp light, his expression growing increasingly cold as he stepped on Zhong Chenghong's left hand.

As the moon-white cloth shoes rolled around, you could almost hear the sound of finger bones breaking.

"Ah!!!" Zhong Chenghong screamed in agony, frantically pulling back, "My hand!"

His most precious hands!

Lu Chengjing stomped down hard, unmoved by the young man's screams, and said coldly, "If you don't answer, the next one will be your right hand."

As fellow scholars, we can easily exploit each other's weaknesses.

Lu Chengjing has experienced that kind of pain, and perhaps Zhong Chenghong also wants to try it.

"No, no! No!" Ignoring the pain all over his body, Zhong Chenghong burst out with strength under his obsession, the veins on his neck bulging, trying to hide his right hand under his stomach, as if hiding his right hand would prevent it from getting hurt.

"Speak." Lu Chengjing lifted his foot and released the young man's bloodied left hand, his dark eyes staring directly into the young man's pupils, which were widening in pain. "Why did you hire someone to kill him?"

The foot that had been inflicting pain was moved away, and the pain from the shattered bones in his left hand lessened somewhat. Threatened with losing his right hand, Zhong Chenghong gasped for breath and stammered, "Because...because...she was in my way."

Lu Chengjing pressed further, "What road?"

“I…I am about to be engaged to the daughter of Marquis Wu’an.” Once he opened the door, it would be easier to say what followed. Zhong Chenghong said, “I am worried that if Marquis Wu’an knew that I had a past relationship with Wanwan, he might be blinded by greed and hire someone to kill me.”

His voice was low and hoarse, "I regretted sending them out as soon as I did. I tossed and turned all night, unable to sleep. I—"

Once she was back to normal, Shang Wan mercilessly teased her, saying, "I saw you sleeping soundly, just like everyone else in the industry."

He didn't even notice when someone entered the room; he was snoring like a pig.