Wanjin Lady

Chapter 105 Pay back the money
Furthermore, it would be inconvenient for Wen Wan to plagiarize someone else's paper with such a shameless attitude.

"Mr. Yao knows exactly whether I am a mule or a horse. Well, I'll just write it myself. The worst that can happen is that Mr. Yao will humiliate me. I have thick skin anyway."

Zhao Heng didn't force her, but held her hand tightly. Wen Wan saw the look of wanting to say something but stopping on his face, and felt a little scared.

Sure enough, the next moment, Zhao Heng's words shocked her.

"My wife..." Zhao Heng twisted her index finger. The light in front of the table flickered, making the man's eyes appear dark. Wen Wan could clearly see the uneasiness in the depths of his eyes. "The scar on my face... seems to have faded."

The air suddenly became cold and silent.

The autumn wind blew in from outside the window, almost blowing out the oil lamp in front of me.

Wen Wan was dazzled by the oil lamp. When she opened her eyes again, she saw Zhao Heng raising his hand to take off half of the silver mask, slowly revealing his handsome face.

Wenwan's gaze immediately fell on the corner of his right eye!
Breath hitched.

I don’t know whose heartbeat stopped completely at this moment.

The green dumpling mark on Zhao Heng's face, which was once the size of a quarter of a palm... became lighter and lighter... and now only an area the size of a fingernail remains.

Wen Wan felt like she had been punched hard in the head, and all she could see were stars.

"My wife..." Zhao Heng's voice was apprehensive. The tall boy suddenly became like a helpless child, looking at Wen Wan anxiously, "I don't know what's going on. This scar is getting lighter every day. I suspect..."

Wenwan's palms were sweaty.

Sticky and wet.

The young lady's voice was calm, "I doubt you have any scars on your face, do you?"

Zhao Heng was silent for a long while before he said with some grievance, "I... don't remember anything."

Wen Wan couldn't bring herself to say anything reproachful.

This blame...has to be borne by Master Tu.

No, it should be her turn to carry it.

Zhao Heng, however, was worried that Wen Wan would become alienated from him because of his concealment. "I only noticed the mark had faded in the past two days. Don't worry, my lady. I checked with the authorities and I'm not a desperado, nor am I a fugitive from the imperial court."

Wen Wan's expression froze for a moment. "You knew this a few days ago...why didn't you tell me?"

Zhao Heng pursed his lips, which were red and thin. His face, which had looked charming and bright in the past, now looked a bit dreamy and unreal under the light.

Like a man-eating beast.

Wen Wan suddenly reacted, quickly stood up, hooked her hands around Zhao Heng's neck, and comforted him in a gentle voice: "I'm sorry, husband, I shouldn't have said that. I was just a little anxious."

Zhao Heng's expression softened slightly. "When I discovered this a few days ago, I was worried... I might have made some enemies before coming to Ping County... or perhaps some vicious outlaw, which is why I needed to change my appearance."

Wen Wan sighed, her hand touched the corner of Zhao Heng's right eye, and looked at him intently, "How did this happen?"

Zhao Heng shook his head.

He lost his memory and everything was unclear.

Wen Wan thought that maybe it was the paint that naturally faded with metabolism.

Wen Wan was thinking more in her mind.

Her husband... is full of mystery... It's like there's a thick layer of transparent glass between them. She can't see through it, so she has to throw him away as soon as possible.

The young woman's delicate white hands caressed his face, their foreheads touching, their breaths ragged, like two fish stranded in a shallow bay. Her voice was calm, almost cold, "My husband, there's no need to be afraid. No matter what you become, I will never leave you. I've said it before, you are in me, and I am in you; one more or one less."

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Zhu Wang was very anxious.

His eldest niece was in trouble, so he had to help, otherwise he would be unworthy of her words "her chivalrous conduct".

The Wen family has old people and young people, and he has the word "uncle" in their name, so it's not easy for him to just leave them alone.

After Zhu Wang came out of the Wen family winery, he felt that his blood was hot these days.

That big rat Yuan Liulang must be eliminated eventually.

On the way to Bingzhou, he urged Yuan Liulang to add more chips and buy a batch of grain at a higher price. Later, the grain price in Bingzhou plummeted, and Yuan Liulang almost fought with him on the street.

This kid...has always been holding a grudge against him.

Zhu Wang knew this kind of people very well. They were incompetent and blamed others for everything. They either hated him, Old Zhu, or the Wen family, but they couldn't bear to hate themselves.

So Zhu Wang went out early in the morning, and the servant asked, "Master, are we going to the Yuan family to collect the debt today?"

Zhu Wang started walking, "Let's dismiss the gong and drum troupe today. Follow me to the gambling house."

Zhu Wang first went to the gambling house and had an in-depth discussion with the man behind the gambling house about the Yuan family's great injustice. When he came back, he saw his wife standing in the corridor and winking at him, "Master, Yuan Liulang is here."

Zhu Wang flicked his sleeves, his eyes wide as copper bells, "He dares to come?"

Didn’t this kid avoid him a few days ago?

His wife complained, "These days it's the grandfather who's in debt. Why wouldn't a grandfather be afraid to visit his grandson? Master, since Yuan Liulang dared to show up at our house today, you can't let him get away."

Zhu Wang's face flushed red with embarrassment at his wife's words. He said angrily, "Hmph, if I ask him to leave today, I will no longer be named Zhu!"

Zhu Wang walked into the house.

This made me furious.

Yuan Liulang sat in his main seat in the main hall as if nothing had happened, and didn't even raise his eyelids when he saw him enter the room.

Zhu Wang took a deep breath and was about to speak when Yuan Jing took out a few light silver bills from his sleeve pouch. He placed them on the table one by one, arranging them neatly in order.

Zhu Wang's eyes lit up immediately.

"Manager Zhu, please count. The six hundred and fifty taels of grain transport fees I owe you are all here."

Zhu Wang couldn't believe it. Just like that?
Yuan Liulang explained with a smile, "A few days ago, I was really short of money, so I had to avoid Brother Zhu. Now the servant I sent has returned from Bozhou and brought support from home. As soon as the situation eased a little, I immediately sent silver to you."

Zhu Wang naturally knew that this kid was penniless. He had secretly inquired about it in the past few days and found out that Yuan Liulang always paid on credit when he went to Qianjin Casino, and he also paid on credit when he ate at Yuxianlou.

Zhu Wang's anger was immediately half dissipated when he saw the banknotes. Then he heard Yuan Liulang calling him "Brother Zhu" affectionately and giving him enough dignity and respect. Suddenly he felt that this kid was no longer a mean person.

"Oh." Manager Zhu spat on his hand, grabbed the banknotes and began to count them, saying cheerfully as he did so, "The Yuan family in Bozhou is truly extraordinary. A single hair of theirs is thicker than ours! I've always said, Brother Yuan, you won't be the one to default on your debts!"

Yuan Jing sneered in his heart, and seeing Zhu Wang's face wrinkled with smile as he counted the money, his heart seemed to be bleeding.

That was the last few hundred taels of silver in his account!
But for the sake of future plans, all this is worth it.

Let this pig live happily for a few more days!

(End of this chapter)