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

Chapter 239 Beheading
"Baby, what's your name?"

"Lu Yunhan." Yuanyuan ate her milk cake and spoke slowly, "Auntie, you can call me Yuanyuan."

"Good, Yuanyuan is so good." Madam Meng smiled and handed over the sandalwood box. "Aunt Meng is giving you a little gift."

Yuan Yuan's two short legs wobbled unsteadily, and her big, bright black eyes just stared at the box without reaching out to take it.

Seeing this, Madam Meng immediately opened the box, took out the longevity lock inside, and hung it around the baby's neck.

Just then, Shang Wan opened the door and came out.

"Mommy!" Yuanyuan ran over with her legs pattering, hugged Shang Wan's leg like a koala, and looked up with her fair little face, "Auntie, a gift for meeting you."

She stretched her neck to show her mother the longevity lock hanging around her neck.

"Did you thank your aunt?" Shang Wan bent down and picked up the baby.

Yuanyuan tilted her head, looked at Meng Niangzi with her big eyes, and said in a soft voice, "Thank you, Auntie."

"Little darling, come here, let Aunt Meng give you a hug." Madam Meng smiled and opened her arms. Yuanyuan didn't hesitate and generously threw herself into Madam Meng's arms, wrapping her little arms around her neck.

Shang Wan seemed to see a fleeting glimpse of tears in Madam Meng's eyes. Just as she was about to take a closer look, Madam Meng turned around, carrying Yuan Yuan downstairs, calling for Shang Wan to follow.

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The inn's chef was quite skilled, especially the charcoal-grilled lamb chops, which were tender, juicy, and incredibly flavorful.

Shang Wan put down her cup and glanced around the lobby.

The inn's decor is simple, without too many fancy decorations.

It was past lunchtime, and there weren't many customers in the lobby. Besides their table, there were only two other tables occupied.

Four men were sitting at a table, drinking and chatting, their expressions somewhat melancholy and dejected.

A family of three was sitting at the table; the man was calling the waiter over to settle the bill.

Just as Shang Wan was about to look away, the words "curse" and "dead" suddenly entered her ears.

She turned her head and saw that the one who spoke was the youngest-looking of the four men, who looked to be only eighteen or nineteen years old. He was dressed as a martial artist and had a curved sword beside him.

As if sensing Shang Wan's gaze, the man suddenly looked up, met Shang Wan's eyes, was taken aback for a moment, and then raised an eyebrow and smiled.

He had thick eyebrows and big eyes; his features were quite regular.

That smile, with its flirtatious undertones, made him look greasy and wasted that face.

Most women would avoid eye contact if looked at like that, either out of shyness or embarrassment; in any case, they would have to give some kind of reaction.

Shang Wan, however, remained expressionless and stared intently at the man until he couldn't bear her gaze any longer and turned away first.

That's it?

Shang Wan pursed her lips, looked away, took out a handkerchief to wipe Yuan Yuan's mouth, and listened to the conversation on the other side while multitasking.

"Another one died."

"It's a curse, it's a curse! I warned him long ago, but he wouldn't listen!"

"But the boss has already had someone check, and there's nothing wrong with those things."

"Then tell me, where did the curse come from?"

"Why are you yelling at me? It's not like I provoked any curse."

"Stop arguing, while you can still breathe, drink a few more sips of wine."

"Can't we really escape?"

"Escape? Ha, Qiangzi did escape, but he still died by the river. If it's truly a curse, no one can escape it."

"Forget all that nonsense, let's drink."

"Yes, let's drink! Let's have a 'drink today, for tomorrow we die' kind of drink."

The four were already somewhat drunk. The thought of the curse made them feel terrible, and they were worried that they would be the next ones to die. They could only numb themselves with alcohol.

Half an hour later, the four men, reeking of alcohol, staggered out of the inn, supporting each other.

The second-floor window was half-opened. Shang Wan, who was standing by the window, looked away and pinched the little baby's cheek. "Sweetie, do you want to go for a walk with Mommy or stay in the inn to sleep?" "A walk." Yuan Yuan hugged her mother's neck tightly without the slightest hesitation.

"Good girl." Shang Wan picked up the baby and climbed out the window, quietly following behind the four people.

The cold wind howled, and Yuanyuan buried most of her face in her cloak, only revealing her bright black eyes.

Fun!!
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"You're finally back." At the inn's entrance, Lady Lou stopped pacing back and forth and quickly went to greet them. "Where have you been?"

"Candied hawthorns." Yuanyuan waved the red skewers she was holding in her little hand. "Mommy, buy some."

“Yuanyuan wanted to eat candied hawthorns, so I took her to buy some. The streets were lively, so we strolled around a bit longer.” Shang Wan smiled as she removed the sugar coating from Yuanyuan’s face, her tone full of affection.

"Why didn't you leave a message?" Lady Lou scolded. "The innkeepers all said they didn't see you go out."

“Oh,” Shang Wanrong said calmly, “we left through the window.”

Lou Niangzi: "..."

Shang Wan carried Yuan Yuan into the inn, asking, "Why are you alone? Where is everyone else?"

"I went out to find out what was going on," said Lady Lou. "I was worried you wouldn't be able to find me when you came back, so I stayed here to wait for you."

Shang Wan nodded, "I'm going upstairs to sleep now, you..."

"I'll go for a walk on the street and look for them while I'm at it."

"it is good."

The two separated, and Shang Wan carried Yuan Yuan back into the house, taking off her cloak.

The inside of the silver cloak was stained with a large patch of congealed blood, and Shang Wan frowned and clicked her tongue.

An accident happened while she was following him; the young-looking man lost his head right in front of her.

Shang Wan was following far away, and when it suddenly turned around, even she didn't react in time.

The others were so frightened that they sobered up and tried to run away while cursing, but Shang Wan knocked them unconscious with a single chop to the neck.

She examined the man's body and found the cuts to be smooth, as if it had been made with a knife.

She immediately looked around and found a roll of blood-stained transparent thread on a tree branch not far away.

I don't know what material it's made of, but the threads are extremely tough and can't be torn easily.

The man had his head cut off by this thing.

Undoubtedly, the man's death was a premeditated murder and had absolutely nothing to do with a curse.

Shang Wan felt that murder cases should be handled by the government.

So she became a porter, and An Daren, who was still on annual leave, was forced to work overtime.

Shang Wan didn't bring a spare cloak, so she had to turn it inside out and wear it as is. On the way back, she bought two cloaks at a clothing store and also bought Yuan Yuan her favorite candied hawthorns, the biggest bunch of hawthorns.

Shang Wan put the blood-stained cloak into her spatial storage, squatted down to look at Yuan Yuan, and asked gently, "Sweetie, were you scared just now?"

"Mmm." Yuanyuan tilted her head, biting into the sugar coating of the hawthorn, and said in a soft, sweet voice, "Honghong, don't be afraid."

Even when tigers fight, there will be red ones; it's not scary at all.

"So brave." Shang Wan patted the little head in front of her. "Mommy is going to take a nap. Do you want to sleep?"

"Stay with Mommy." Yuanyuan nodded her little head and wrapped the remaining half of the candied hawthorn in oil paper.

Shang Wan asked in confusion, "Why are you wrapping it up? It won't thaw in this freezing weather."

Yuanyuan stuffed the candied hawthorn wrapped in oil paper back into her bundle and said seriously, "For Xiao Hei."

Shang Wan: "..."

Seriously, why do dogs like candied hawthorn berries?

"Sleep." Yuanyuan stretched out her little hands, wanting her mother to hug her.

Shang Wan wiped her hands and face clean, then carried the baby to the bed.