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

Chapter 8 Brain Damage

In Dongning County, candlelight flickered inside the county government prison, where four guards patrolled in two shifts.

The night was past midnight, and the constables, unable to resist the drowsiness, all fell asleep on their desks after their last patrol, snoring loudly.

A gust of wind blew by, and the keychain hanging on the wall made a few crisp sounds as it clattered together. Then, it rushed into the depths of the prison along with a green shadow.

In the last cell, the oil lamp on the table had long been extinguished, and only a little light shone through the half-foot window in the wall, illuminating the straw mat below.

A thin blanket lay to one side, and a frail figure lay on the straw mat, disheveled black hair draped over his back, his thin body shivering uncontrollably from the cold of the spring night.

Shang Wan stood at the prison door for a long time. Although she couldn't see his face, judging from his figure, the man inside must be her husband.
She used the key she had taken to open the cell door and go inside. The huddled figure stopped trembling when it heard the noise, but didn't turn around.

"Come over and talk if you're not asleep. I have something to ask you." Shang Wan put the keys on the table and leaned against it with her arms crossed.

Upon hearing that familiar voice, Lu Chengjing suddenly opened his tightly closed eyes. How could it be her?

He sat up, turned his head, and looked at the person standing by the table in the moonlight, his gaze filled with undisguised surprise. "How did you get in?"

“Naturally, he walked in.” Shang Wan looked at the person on the straw mat. Although the cell was dark, it did not prevent her from seeing Lu Chengjing’s handsome appearance.

His eyes were bright and beautiful, like black lacquer, and his nose and mouth were perfectly proportioned. His face was a little dirty, and his hair was messy, but that couldn't hide his charm.

Such a face is so striking that it's said to look good even in a burlap sack.

She had lost some weight, her lips were paler, and her cheeks had an unusual red tinge.

Shang Wan frowned slightly. In the original owner's memories, Lu Chengjing was a premature baby and had been weak since childhood. Was he sick?

"Why aren't you covered with a blanket if it's cold?" She walked over, picked up the thin blanket from the side of the straw mat, and a sour smell immediately filled her nostrils.

Ignoring the unpleasant smell, she simply wrapped the thin blanket around Lu Chengjing and sat down on the straw mat to get a closer look at her cheap husband.

Ignoring the smell, it actually looks even better up close and is quite pleasing to the eye. It would be a delight to keep at home as a vase, not to mention that it has the academic degree of a scholar, which can bring many benefits to the family.

Shang Yankong felt like he had gotten a great deal, and a genuine smile appeared on his lips.

Lu Chengjing felt slightly uncomfortable under Shang Wan's direct gaze. He turned his face slightly, pursed his pale lips, and was about to say something when a cool hand suddenly landed on his burning forehead, and a whisper came from his ear, "You really do have a fever."

Shang Wan moved her fair fingers down to his nose and found that even his breath was scorching hot.

No wonder he didn't cover himself with a blanket and relied on shivering to keep warm; he must have damaged his brain from the fever.

Shang Wan tucked the thin blanket around him tighter, then got up, opened the cell door, and went out.

As Lu Chengjing watched her departing figure, her long eyelashes drooping, he felt a strange sense of loss.

A short while later, Shang Wan returned with half a bowl of water and fed it to his pale lips. "Drink it."

Lu Chengjing was surprised that she hadn't left. He lifted his eyelids to look at her, reached out his left hand to take the drink, and slowly drank it down.

Hey, isn't this pretty well-behaved? Where's the aloofness from the original owner's memories?
Shang Wan contentedly ruffled her cheap husband's messy long hair; it didn't feel very nice to the touch, but she was quite happy to do so.

She just added three drops of spiritual spring water to the water; drinking this bowl should bring down the fever.

After Lu Chengjing finished drinking, Shang Wan took the bowl and stared at him, asking, "What happened to your right hand?"

From the moment he started moving, whether he was sitting up from the straw mat, clutching the blanket, or taking the bowl, Lu Chengjing used his left hand. But in the original owner's memories, he wasn't left-handed. "My tendons are severed," Lu Chengjing said casually, but Shang Wan didn't miss the hint of sadness that flashed in his eyes.

The right hand is extremely important to a scholar; if the tendons in the hand are severed, the hand is essentially useless.

Her eyes narrowed, a nameless anger rising within her. "Who did this?"

Lu Chengjing lowered his eyelashes and did not answer.

Shang Wan clenched her fist, suppressing her anger, and pulled off the thin blanket wrapped around Lu Chengjing. She pressed him down on the bed and began to examine him inch by inch, starting from his scalp.

"What are you doing?" Lu Chengjing tried to push the person off him, but Shang Wan's strength was beyond his imagination, and he couldn't push her away at all. In his shame and anger, his face, which had just lost its blush, suddenly became more beautiful than the sunset.

"Behave yourself." Shang Wan gave him a warning look, her fair fingers gently tracing the whip wound on his chest that was still bleeding, a cold killing intent flashing in her eyes.

Lu Chengjing noticed this unintentionally, paused in his shoving motion, and blurted out, "You're not Shang Wan."

Shang Wan is timid and selfish, and she has no opinions of her own and only knows how to cry. She is the wife that his good sister-in-law "carefully" chose for him. How could she have such a captivating look?

"I am." But not the original one.

Shang Wan released him, glanced at his legs that were hidden under his trousers and unable to move, and her anger intensified.

"Who exactly are you?" Lu Chengjing struggled to sit up, his gaze sweeping over Shang Wan's face. "Shang Wan wouldn't break into a jail at night for me, nor does she have the ability."

Shang Wan looked at him; it seemed his intelligence had returned to its former glory after the fever subsided.

Tsk, she was much better behaved just now.

“I’ll only say it once, listen carefully,” Shang Wan leaned forward, their eyes meeting. “I am Shang Wan.”

“You…” Lu Chengjing retorted subconsciously, but Shang Wan glanced at his pale lips, “Say I’ll kiss you again.”

Lu Chengjing: "..." You scoundrel!
He quickly shut his mouth tightly.

"That's a good boy." Shang Wan patted his head with satisfaction. "You can tell me who did it later. Time is short, so let's get straight to the point. How about a prison break?"

She didn't want her injured vase to stay in this awful prison any longer.

“No way.” Lu Chengjing retorted without hesitation, “Breaking the prison will only confirm my guilt, and a severe sentence will also implicate my family.”

Shang Wan curled her lips, thinking that the Lu family was afraid of being implicated.

"I forgot to tell you, the Lu family expelled our entire family overnight, leaving us with nothing."

"What?" Lu Chengjing's pupils shrank sharply, his left hand clenched into a fist, and even his breathing became heavier.

"You're still sick, it's not worth getting angry over those irrelevant people." Shang Wan pried open his left hand one by one, thinking to herself that his hand was well-proportioned, with long and beautiful fingers, just as handsome as her cheap husband's face.

The unfamiliar kneading sensation on his fingers startled Lu Chengjing, who forgot his anger and disappointment and pulled his hand back. His dark eyes stared warily at the woman beside him, and a hint of annoyance appeared on his handsome face.

What kind of woman grabs a man's hand and won't let go? This woman's behavior is so outrageous; she definitely isn't Shang Wan!
Shang Wan blinked innocently. She was just admiring the pretty hands and gave them a couple of squeezes. Why did her husband look at her like she was trying to take advantage of him?

She even had a child with the original owner of the body. Is it really necessary?
(End of this chapter)