Wanjin Lady

Chapter 108 The Jealous King
As soon as Wen Wan walked out of the thatched hut, she saw continuous drizzling rain.

The rain was not heavy, but the ground was bumpy. The young lady frowned and looked at the muddy yellow mud official road, and then looked at the new cotton shoes on her feet.

This was made specially for her by Aunt Chen.

If it gets dirty, Aunt Chen will...challenge her for half a year.

As I was hesitating, I suddenly caught a glimpse of a young man standing in the corridor.

Turning around, he saw it was Zhao Heng.

Zhao Heng was holding an umbrella in his hand. He was tall and straight, and the silver mask on his face made him look mysterious.

The man walked over slowly with a smile on his face, "I was wondering... when my wife would be able to see me."

Wen Wan raised her eyebrows, "Have you been waiting for me here?"

"Well, I'm afraid my wife will get anxious if she doesn't see me when she comes out."

Wen Wan took two quick steps forward and threw her arms around Zhao Heng's neck. The young woman was thin and petite, barely reaching Zhao Heng's lower lip. She hung from him like a pendant.

The girl's voice was sweet and sticky, even more intoxicating than the rice dumplings with fermented rice wine they had eaten that day.

She hugged Zhao Heng tightly and refused to let go. In his arms, she smiled and acted coquettishly towards him, "My husband, you are so kind."

Zhao Heng's face flushed and he didn't know where to put his hands.

Question: What should I do if my wife is too enthusiastic?
He pushed aside the man's octopus-like grip and coughed softly, "Don't move in broad daylight. Be careful if Mr. Yao sees us and accuses us of being dissolute."

"Shopkeeper Wen——"

As soon as he finished speaking, Cheng Yunzhang's voice came from inside the room.

Before anyone arrives, the sound comes first.

Wen Wan quickly let go of her hand, and when she raised her eyes, Cheng Yunzhang walked out of the house with an oil-paper umbrella in his hand. He seemed to have just seen Zhao Heng and bowed slightly as a greeting.

"It's raining outside, and my mistress asked me to bring an umbrella to Shopkeeper Wen." Cheng Yunzhang saw the umbrella in Zhao Heng's hand and smiled, "It seems that it is not needed now."

Wen Wan smiled and said, "Please thank Madam Yao for me."

After saying this, the two of them had no more words to say.

There was a cold wind and rain outside, and the rain was hitting the banana leaves, making it feel cold and dreary.

Ever since she learned about the Cheng family winery, Wen Wan would think of what Mr. Tu said whenever she saw Cheng Yunzhang. He had a strong mother, an elder brother who died early, and a third sister who sold herself as a concubine for him. Wen Wan felt bad.

It turns out that the favored son of heaven who is like a banished immortal also has a dark side.

The three of them sat under the same roof, looking at each other in silence.

Oh, what's going on with this weird and quiet atmosphere?

Wen Wan was about to say goodbye when Cheng Yunzhang spoke first, "Shopkeeper Wen, I was wrong last time. I was young and impulsive, and I spoke without thinking. I forced Shopkeeper Wen to write a better policy paper than mine. I used my strengths to attack my weaknesses, which is not the behavior of a gentleman. I solemnly apologize to Shopkeeper Wen for this."

Wen Wan smiled, "It's okay. Sometimes if you don't push yourself, you'll never know your limits. With Master Cheng as an example, I will also work hard to become your last disciple."

There are pearls and jades before?

Cheng Yunzhang couldn't tell whether the young lady was mocking his previous behavior of concealing his identity and slowly approaching Yao Shizhen, or praising his articles as precious as pearls.

"Shopkeeper Wen's article... raised several refreshing viewpoints. Although the teacher didn't show it on her face, from what I know of her, she's at least a little satisfied with Shopkeeper Wen." Cheng Yunzhang took a step back, smiled, and bowed to her. "So, I'll wait patiently for the day when Shopkeeper Wen becomes my junior sister."

"Lend your blessings."

Cheng Yunzhang nodded slightly to Zhao Heng again, his gaze unconsciously lingering on the silver mask for a moment, and he sighed in his heart: The husband of this shopkeeper Wen is really a mystery.

Wen Wan originally wanted to ask Cheng Yunzhang about Wei Zheng. After all, Wei Zheng was also a disciple of Yao Shizhen. If she could use this opportunity to establish a relationship with the governor of Tianshui Prefecture, wouldn't she be able to do whatever she wants in Ping County in the future?
The words were about to come out, but they rolled around on the tip of his tongue and he took them back.

That's it.

She's not even Yao Shizhen's student yet. Extremes meet.

It would be bad if we left Mr. Yao with the impression of being "utilitarian and mercenary".

After Cheng Yunzhang turned around and went back into the house, Wen Wan turned her head and suddenly let out a cry of surprise.

She flew into the air, the world spinning around her, and Zhao Heng grabbed her by the waist and picked her up.

When she opened her eyes again, she was holding an oil-paper umbrella. She looked up into the man's dark and deep eyes, "My lady, it's raining heavily outside. Don't get your shoes and socks wet."

Can this guy read minds?
How did he know what she was thinking?
Zhao Heng lowered his head slightly and whispered in her ear, "My dear, after you came out, you only said two sentences to me, but you said ten to him."

"No!" Wen Wan lowered her head and reviewed what she had just said to Cheng Yunzhang.

But I heard a chuckle in my ear, "Hold an umbrella!"

Wen Wan opened the umbrella to cover the two of them, and immediately fine raindrops hit the oil-paper umbrella, making a rustling sound.

A thin layer of mist rose around the fields, hiding them in the hazy mist, as if only the couple were left between heaven and earth.

Wen Wan did not bring a coachman, only Zhao Heng.

As soon as they got close to the carriage, Zhao Heng threw her into it, then took the umbrella from her hand and folded it and placed it in the corner of the carriage.

--boom.

There was a thunder in the sky.

Zhao Heng suddenly pushed her down, and the two of them leaned back. Then the tall figure covered her. Zhao Heng pressed down her limbs, pressed his chest against her upper body, and bit her lips punishingly.

A bit heavy.

Wen Wan made a "sizzle" sound, then licked her lower lip, only to find that her mouth was bleeding from his bite.

Zhao Heng placed his burning forehead against hers, his eyes burning as he asked her, "Madam... do you like that handsome scholar?"

Wen Wan used her index finger to wipe away the blood, then hooked her arm around his neck, "How could that be? My husband should know that I only like you."

Zhao Heng didn't believe it, "You talked to him many times."

"In the business world, it's unavoidable. Moreover, he is Mr. Yao's disciple. If I want to make the winery bigger and stronger, I will inevitably have to climb Mr. Yao's high branch, so I will run into him again in the future."

Wenwan frowned slightly, but there was a hint of impatience that was well hidden.

She knew that househusbands were generally insecure and suspicious, so she had no choice but to patiently coax him, "Let's take a step back and say, Mr. Cheng is like the moon in the sky, destined to rise to the top and become an official, while I'm just a merchant's daughter. He and I... have nothing to do with each other."

However, these words did not comfort Zhao Heng.

The man's face turned even greener than before, and the depths of his eyes seemed like shimmering yet broken diamonds. "Is it true...if I became Mr. Yao's disciple, would you look upon me with more respect?"

What is this and what?

Wen Wan smiled and said, "No. I like my husband no matter what he looks like."

Zhao Heng's eyes showed hesitation, "Really?"

His wife... is like a bubble of honey, but he doesn't know if it will be bitter and greasy.

She treated him very well, but Zhao Heng sometimes felt vaguely that... Wenwan's heart was not with him.

No matter how close they are, there always seems to be a layer between them.

"why do you like me?"

Cheng Yunzhang is stronger and of higher status than him, so why does Wen Wan always say that she likes him the most?
"Just because we're married?"

"What happened to you today?" Wen Wan smiled and sat up, straightening his clothes and placing a comforting kiss on his lips. "If we say that our initial meeting was perhaps a coincidence, but after we got married, you've taken care of my father and sister, and have been so caring and protective of me. I'm not made of stone, so can't I feel your sincerity? If you continue to be suspicious of me and Cheng Yunzhang, I'll really be angry."

(End of this chapter)