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

Chapter 188 Mace

Lu Chengjing hung his head, "Wife, I accept the beating and punishment, please don't be angry with me."

Shang Wan pursed her lips, "We'll talk about this when we get back."

— Resolve internal conflicts at home.

Zhong Chenghong looked disappointed; it seemed the two of them wouldn't be fighting.

Lu Chengjing looked at him and asked calmly, "When you saved Wu Anbo, did you know his identity?"

Zhong Chenghong: "I don't know."

Lu Chengjing observed his expression, seemingly lost in thought.

There was no need to ask any further questions now. Shang Wan gave Lu Chengjing a wink, and the two of them went to the side to discuss it.

Shang Wan asked in a low voice, "To stay or not to stay?"

Lu Chengjing hesitated.

He could find out Zhong Chenghong's past, so he didn't believe that the Marquis of Wu'an's power wouldn't be able to find out.

The daughters of powerful and wealthy families are carefully nurtured from a young age, and when they grow up, they are used for marriage alliances to bring benefits to the family and make the family more prosperous.

The Earl's daughter has no trouble getting married. Rather than the nonsense that she "won the favor of the Earl's daughter," he was more inclined to believe that the Earl's daughter had received her father's instruction and took the initiative to show goodwill to Zhong Chenghong.

Excluding the possibility that Wu Anbo was out of his mind, why would he marry his daughter to Zhong Chenghong, a man of bad character with no background or power to gain?

Furthermore, Zhong Chenghong is timid and cowardly. Would he really step forward to lure away the assassin without knowing the identity of the Earl of Wu'an?
Afterwards, the Earl of Wu'an reacted strangely. He not only brought Zhong Chenghong back to the capital, but also allowed him to live in the Earl's mansion and study with the family's children. He even wanted to marry his own daughter to him.

Such a smooth development, like something out of a storybook, could only be described as a conspiracy if Zhong Chenghong hadn't suddenly had a stroke of good luck and a windfall had fallen right on his head.

Wu Anbo's actions were less about appreciating Zhong Chenghong as a person and more about his eagerness to turn Zhong Chenghong into one of his own in order to achieve some ulterior motives.

If they kill Zhong Chenghong now, the advantage is that they won't have to worry about Zhong Chenghong bringing back helpers to cause trouble, and they can also vent their anger. However, the disadvantage is that it will attract the investigation of the Marquis of Wu'an's mansion, and may even get them involved in some more troublesome matters.

Lu Chengjing frowned slightly, unable to make a decision for a moment.

Shang Wan's thoughts were not as detailed as Lu Chengjing's, but she guessed that Wu Anbo's motives for valuing Zhong Chenghong were not pure, much like fattening up a pig before slaughtering it.

Regardless of Wu Anbo's purpose, Zhong Chenghong has now become a problem for them, and Shang Wan's inclination is to kill him to silence him and end the matter once and for all.

Since Zhong Chenghong hired someone to kill her, he should be prepared to be killed in return.

A black dagger slid out from the sleeve, twirling between slender fingers and gliding along the delicate skin.

The dagger, which had been seized from the assassin, unexpectedly suited Shang Wan's tastes.

As she fiddled with the dagger, she asked, "Still haven't decided?"

Lu Chengjing was always thoughtful, and seeing Shang Wan's actions, he knew that she had made a decision.

The couple naturally had to stand together. His voice was slightly cold as he said, "They can't stay."

Whatever happens next, at least let's solve the problems at hand first.

"Great minds think alike." Shang Wan smiled slightly, sheathed the dagger in her sleeve, and said, "Wait."

As soon as she finished speaking, the crimson figure swayed slightly, dragging Zhong Chenghong by the hand as they walked towards the riverbank.

As for how she would die, she had already foreshadowed it.

Lu Chengjing watched Shang Wan's retreating figure and followed her without hesitation.

Fifteen minutes later, the couple changed into clean clothes and reappeared on the official road in their oxcart.

"I'm going to sleep for a while, wake me up when we get there." Shang Wan lay in the car and yawned lazily, pulled the sun hat over her face, leaned against the large wooden tub, and closed her eyes.

Lu Chengjing tugged on the reins to slow the oxcart down and reduce the bumps.

Bright sunlight streamed through the clouds, and the cicadas' chirping grew louder and louder.

The oxcart slowly entered the village and headed towards the houses on the hillside. "Whoa!"

The oxcart came to a stop in front of the tightly closed door. The woman in the scarlet dress on the oxcart stirred; she was awake without being called.

I slept quite well that night.

Shang Wan jumped off the oxcart and stretched.

She helped unload the car from the scalper, glanced at the person next to her with a flushed face, touched it, and frowned, asking, "Sunburned?"

"It's a bit hot." Lu Chengjing shook his head. "I'll apply some ointment in a bit and it'll be fine."

Looking at the red-faced fox in front of her, Shang Wan secretly gritted her teeth.

—You've really made something of yourself! She hasn't even started calculating the accounts yet, and this guy has already resorted to a self-inflicted injury tactic.

"There are two straw hats on the oxcart." With that, Shang Wan pulled on the reins and led the yellow ox to the cowshed to rest.

Lu Chengjing paused, a fleeting smile playing on his lips in his narrow eyes.

The door opened, and Chu Xu peeked out from the side of the door. Seeing that only Lu Chengjing was there, he first called out "Uncle" before asking, "Where's Aunt Shang?"

"In the cowshed." Lu Chengjing parked the car against the wall and spread out a tung oil cloth to cover it.

Chu Xu went over to help hold the cloth, and after taking a few more glances at Lu Chengjing's face, he noticed something was wrong. "Why is your face so red?"

"It was dried in the sun," Lu Chengjing replied casually as he tied strips of cloth from the four corners of the tung oilcloth to the car.

Chu Xu leaned closer to look at him, his amber cat-like eyes bright and mischievous. He asked in a low voice, as if he were a thief, "Uncle, did you make Aunt Shang angry?"

Lu Chengjing: "..."

How did you figure that out about the child?
He firmly denied it: "No."

Chu Xu blinked and offered Lu Chengjing a suggestion, "Uncle, you can kneel on a washboard."

Lu Chengjing's eye twitched, too lazy to pay him any attention.

With his hands behind his back, Chu Xu muttered, "My dad always had to kneel on a spiked club, but unfortunately, we don't have one here."

Lu Chengjing: "..."

Kneel! A spiked club?!

He remained calm and asked with a cold face, "Have you finished copying today's books?"

Chu Xu's little face scrunched up. "Uncle, I was giving you advice, how could you repay kindness with enmity?"

"What idea?" Shang Wan's voice came from behind the two of them, and they both jumped up and straightened their backs.

"No." Chu Xu scratched his head, then dashed inside, quickly getting away from this troublesome place.

Lu Chengjing knew that Shang Wan must have heard him, and he pondered what to say. Shang Wan lowered her gaze, her eyes lightly sweeping over his knees, before turning and carrying her things inside.

Lu Chengjing: ?

Lu Chengjing: !!
Lu Chengjing: "..."

"Daddy!" Yuanyuan rode her little gray bike home and saw Lu Chengjing standing at the door. She reached out her little hand to pat him, her sweet, childlike voice making everyone feel at ease.

"Good girl." Lu Chengjing reached out and picked up his daughter, who was all dirty from playing in the mountains, and carried her inside.

The sun was scorching hot, blindingly bright.

The two men in black were bound hand and foot and left to bask in the sun in the courtyard. They couldn't even open their eyes and looked as wilted as dried radishes.

Lu Chengjing asked in confusion, "Why was it thrown here?"

"They were trying to escape and almost hurt Anian." Xiao Huan was washing vegetables by the well when she heard this and looked up to say, "Let's teach them a lesson."