Wanjin Lady

Chapter 104 The Educated Escort
Passing by a small stall selling glutinous rice balls, Wen Wan pulled Zhao Heng to sit down and, smiling, ordered two servings of fermented glutinous rice balls. "Every time I pass by here these days, I've been craving a bowl of sweet, warm glutinous rice fermented glutinous rice. This stall even has osmanthus flowers in it, and it smells so fragrant from afar. I never had the chance to try it, for fear that Aunt Chen would say I was eating out again."

Zhao Heng smiled and said, "Mrs. Chen likes the osmanthus cake from Zhao's Dim Sum Shop. I'll bring her a box of it later to shut her up. She'll definitely be speechless."

"That's a good idea! Hongmei likes phoenix eye cakes, Luping likes golden thread dates, and Wenjing likes the sesame seed cakes from the shop by the overpass. Let's buy one for each of them. That way they can't complain about us eating alone."

Zhao Heng smiled. Perhaps only the Wen family could be so incoherent, with neither the master nor the servant acting like a servant. Look at how his wife handled things, taking care of everything, leaving no one to complain.

"What about dad?"

"Dad is old and doesn't like sweets. If that's not possible, buy him some peanuts and sunflower seeds to go with his wine."

When the sweet fermented rice balls were served, Wenwan asked him how his essay was going. Zhao Heng replied truthfully, "If it were just a single essay to hand in, that would be fine. But with Young Master Cheng's brilliant work as a precedent, it will take quite a bit of effort to write an essay that is absolutely stunning and that Old Master Yao can't find fault with. I've made some progress so far, and I'll show it to my wife when I get back."

Wen Wan didn't hold much hope for this matter.

Zhao Heng was just a bodyguard, and it was not easy for him to recognize words and read. In terms of writing skills, the two of them were probably about the same.

Wen Wan believes that she has something in her mind, but she is unable to express it in a fluent way.

As for Zhao Heng, how much cultural level can a bodyguard have?
When the two of them get together, they are nothing more than a pair of Crouching Dragon and Phoenix Chick.

Oh no, if I had known this earlier, I would not have succumbed to Cheng Yunzhang's provocation and agreed to write such a crappy article for Mr. Yao.

The fact that she is illiterate...can no longer be hidden.

The couple returned home and were caught red-handed by Chen Ma as soon as they entered the house.

Mother Chen was wearing an apron and holding a spatula. Seeing the two people holding large and small bags, she knew that they were going to eat alone again. She frowned and prepared to start chanting -

Fortunately, Zhao Heng interrupted Chen Ma's spell in time.

He handed over the phoenix eye cake with a smile, "Auntie Chen, this is the phoenix eye cake you like."

Wen Wan called out to Hongmei and Luping, "Come, come, everyone has a share... everyone has a share. Luping, Hongmei, I bought your favorite golden thread dates and meat pies."

The two girls cheered and surrounded Wen Wan.

Chen Ma's lips were harder to suppress than AK, but her tone was complaining: "I'm an old woman, why should I eat sweets? I can't spoil the servants!"

The two of them walked back to the yard together.

Wen Wan couldn't wait to read the policy paper written by Zhao Heng. Zhao Heng searched for it on the bookshelf for a while and then spread it out on the desk. It was rare to see Zhao Heng's face showing a shy expression. "It's not well written. I'll make you laugh at me."

Wen Wan laughed heartily, "It's okay, you and I are the same, we are all illiterate, no one looks down on anyone else."

At least Zhao Heng's handwriting is better than hers.

Wen Wan glanced at Zhao Heng's policy paper and couldn't help but read it out loud.

"Natural disasters are frequent, and they have occurred in every generation."

"Now Bingzhou is ravaged by famine. The grass has been completely ripped from its roots and trees have been completely stripped bare. Family members are now eating each other's flesh and blood to stave off their fate. The Emperor is distressed, and officials lament, seeking relief for the people. Yet, none of them can afford to send troops abroad, or to waive the benefits of relief. Aren't these two individuals truly committed to saving the people? Yet, the poor remain poor, and the rich, whose fields yield nothing, remain poor as well."

"Fathers and sons, brothers, husbands and wives, cut each other's flesh for food. Twenty people die, only one survives. Rigs and flesh are strewn across the streets, leaving the people in dire straits. How could this have come to this? Ancient famine relief efforts often advocated distributing benefits and reducing taxes. These two measures are now being vigorously discussed, but have the survivors actually benefited? Did Guan, Yan, and Jia Chao handle this situation with anything other than relief? Are all officials incompetent, with only one or two acting with kindness and purpose? Do the people all wish for the thieves to flourish and for them to be exploited? Are the people cunning and deceiving the officials? What measures should be taken to prevent this? Will the complaints against the officials be silenced once the order is issued?"

Wen Wan was dumbfounded.

No, brother, we agreed to beg together, why did you drive the Land Rover first?

This...she knows these words...but these words don’t know her!
The whole set of "zhihuzheya" hit her head and made her dizzy. She looked up at the man blankly, "Husband, you really are a dart——"

The word "escort" slipped back to his lips.

Zhao Heng didn't know yet that his real identity was a bodyguard.

"You're really something!" Wen Wan coughed softly. "This... did you really write this?" Zhao Heng smiled with narrowed eyes and patted her head. "The information wasn't complete, so I just wrote it on the spot. Just read it for fun."

Brother, you make me look like a stupid fish!

Just now she was saying that it was the same as eight taels, but in the blink of an eye it became that she was half a pound of scrap iron and Zhao Heng was eight taels of gold, right?
But...are the bodyguards of the Great Chen Dynasty...so well educated?

Wen Wan swallowed her doubts and read slowly, word by word. The classical Chinese was obscure, and she only understood half of it. She had to rely on Zhao Heng to explain the allusions quoted.

After reading the whole article, Wen Wan could not hide her shock. Although she did not understand ancient policy essays, she felt that Zhao Heng's article had clear arguments and solid thesis, and was of extremely high value, even not inferior to Cheng Yunzhang's article.

Wen Wan suddenly became very curious. Didn't Mr. Tu say that Zhao Heng himself said that his family was farmers, and because of his amazing strength, he became a master in the escort agency to escort the goods?

Could it be that the term "farming" was just a humble expression, and Zhao Heng was actually a landlord who owned hundreds of acres of fertile land?
What a big fish did Mr. Tu catch for her.

Wen Wan's heart was pounding and she felt a slight pain in her head.

Seeing Wen Wan staring blankly at the policy paper, Zhao Heng gently bumped her shoulder and touched her face, "Madam...what's wrong?"

Wen Wan forced a smile, "I just ate too many rice dumplings with fermented rice wine, and I'm a little tipsy."

"Shall I make you a bowl of sobering soup?" Zhao Heng turned around and was about to leave, but was hugged by Wen Wan from behind. She rubbed against his back, looking as pitiful as a helpless kitten or puppy.

Zhao Heng was a little tickled by her, and seemed to notice her depression, so he smiled and asked, "What's wrong?"

Wen Wan shook her head and said in a muffled voice, "I just suddenly realized that my husband is very outstanding."

So good that it made her uneasy.

It was so good that she felt it was too hot to handle and wanted to throw away her figurine immediately.

He was so outstanding that she feared the day when Zhao Heng would regain his memory.

She has always been a person who rushes forward and never looks back. She invited Zhao Heng to be her son-in-law. She believed that everything was under her control and she could handle any outcome with ease.

But just now Wen Wan suddenly realized.

What if… Zhao Heng… originally had a stronger personality than hers? What if he was a favored child of heaven? What if he didn't want to be a son-in-law at all?
Then they...will definitely become enemies.

Zhao Heng heard her childish words and turned around, patting the furry head in his arms with a smile, "No matter how outstanding I am, I am still a woman's."

Wen Wan hugged him even tighter.

No.

She doesn't want to think about these things.

Since you've taken advantage of someone in distress, go all the way and be wicked.

As long as she gets pregnant before Zhao Heng regains his memory, she can use a "faked death" to make Zhao Heng disappear.

Even if Zhao Heng finds her in the future, she has the moral high ground of being the child's biological mother, and I don't believe that Zhao Heng would be determined to kill her.

Although the idea is shameless, it is definitely useful.

and so.

I have to get pregnant as soon as possible.

"Of course my husband is mine." She raised her head and smiled gently, "It's just that your article is so well written. Old Master Yao knows how much I know, so he definitely won't believe me if I say I wrote it."

(End of this chapter)