Wanjin Lady

Chapter 122 The light goes out after death
When Zhao Heng grabbed her, he realized that her whole body was shaking, and there were horrible blue veins on her palms.

Hongmei threw herself at Lu Ping, pointing at Wen Yue with red eyes and cursing, "It's you! You brought people in! Lu Ping must have been upset after hearing what you said! You are all murderers!"

As soon as Wen Yue, her uncle and the other two stepped into the backyard, they heard Hongmei's angry scolding. Although they were embarrassed at the moment, they also felt a little guilty.

"How could you, little girl, speak to the master like that? Who could have imagined that this girl had such a strong temper—"

He didn't die earlier or later, but died while they were talking!

"Besides, I didn't say I was going to kick her out right now, but she made her own decision halfway through listening! Don't even think about throwing this dirty water on us!"

The eldest uncle also quickly said, "That's right! If you ask me, it's cleaner to die, so that people outside don't gossip about her... This woman who was raped... If you don't find it dirty, I do!"

After all, it was a life. Third Uncle had already decided to back out and was about to leave, shouting, "This has nothing to do with us. She wanted to commit suicide herself! What bad luck! It's really bad luck in the middle of the night. I have to leave here quickly..."

Wen Yue saw Wen Wan's expression and was afraid that Wen Wan would vent her anger on herself. She also didn't want to stay in the same room with a dead person, so she followed her uncle and retreated. "Niece, since your family has something going on, we will go back first."

She continued to comfort him incoherently, "It's just a maid, don't take it to heart. Since you have money, what kind of thoughtful maid can't you find?"

After saying that, the three of them were about to leave!
suddenly.

Wen Yue only felt her hand tighten.

After my wrist went numb, a sharp pain came over me.

The word "thoughtful" hurt Wen Wan deeply.

The image of Lu Ping always forcing Wen Wan to admit that she was the most caring girl seemed to appear before his eyes.

She always asks herself: Girl, who is your closest girl?

Wen Wan's chest heaved, her eyes bloodshot, and she held onto Wen Yue's hand tightly, refusing to let go. "Want to leave?! It's not that easy!"

Wen Yue saw Wen Wan going crazy and immediately looked at Wen Weiming for help, "Second Brother Wen, your daughter has gone crazy, hurry...quickly ask her to let me go!"

Seeing this, the other two people were about to give up.

There was a flash of cold light.

Zhao Heng unsheathed his sword neatly, and with a "ding" sound, it pressed heavily on his great uncle's shoulder.

The uncle was immediately frightened and trembling, unable to speak clearly, "You...you...you...what are you going to do?"

Wen Yue was afraid of Wen Wan, but not of Zhao Heng, the son-in-law. She also remembered that Zhao Heng had taken away Qi Guili's marriage, and she was so jealous that her heart was filled with sourness.

All the old and new hatreds came flooding back, and she no longer cared about her previous virtuous image. She shouted, "Zhao Heng, what are you doing?! You're just a dog raised by the Wen family. How dare a dog disrespect its master?"

Zhao Heng pressed the sword down, and the uncle immediately cried out "Ouch, ouch".

The man was tall and graceful, dressed in a black robe. Even through his mask, one could sense the murderous intent emanating from him. "Didn't my aunt already try so hard to get Qi Guili to be the Wen family's dog? If he can't be, then why is he barking here?"

Wen Yue had never expected that a son-in-law could be so arrogant, "You...you...you have such a poisonous mouth!"

Zhao Heng sneered, "Thank you for the compliment, aunt."

Just as the situation was at a stalemate, Old Man Wen stepped forward and grabbed Wen Wan's hand.

The young lady gathered her strength, her jaw muscles tensed, and she refused to let go.

Wen Yue screamed in pain.

"Gentle!"

How could Wen Weiming not be heartbroken to see his daughter like this? But one thing should be considered. It would not be good to trap Wen Yue here just because of the death of a little girl.

He could only use his strength to pry open Wenwan's fingers one by one.

Wen Wan's shoulders trembled slightly, she held back her sobs, and finally slowly let go of her hand.

At this moment, Chen Ma also caught up. At Wen Weiming's signal, she pulled Wen Wan away, wiping away her tears and advising, "Young lady, let's give Lü Ping a proper burial first." The three of them got away and immediately fled, fearing that Wen Wan would take her anger out on them at any moment.

This eldest girl from the Wen family is too cruel.

And there is Zhao Heng, a masked creature that looks neither human nor ghost. When he gets angry, he is like the King of Hell!
This couple... one is as vicious as the other...

Wen Wan let out a long breath and slowly walked to Lu Ping's side.

At this moment, my legs felt like they were weighed down by a thousand pounds.

She intended to squat on the ground, but her feet went soft and her knees hit the ground with a thud.

A piercing pain came from my knee.

That day, when she heard that Lu Ping had returned, her knee hit the leg of a table and chair. Two days later, the pain came back, causing her whole body to tremble.

She supported herself on the cold stone floor with both hands, lowered her eyes, and a tear fell.

Lu Ping...

She only hoped that Lu Ping would open her eyes and ask her in a casual tone: Girl, who do you think is the most caring girl?
Wenwan's tightly pursed lips couldn't help but tremble, and a fishy and sweet taste flowed out from between her teeth.

You are.

You are my most caring girl.

Only you.

In the second half of the night, it was dark and everyone was sleeping soundly.

There was a hasty knock on the door of Anxiang Hall, a funeral paper business on South Street.

The gold paper shop is different from other shops. No matter whether it is a peaceful or chaotic era, no matter whether it is day or night, there will always be dead people.

When someone dies, the gold paper shop has business.

The waiter on night duty was not surprised. He opened the door with a yawn and, as the other party requested, swiftly grabbed the best-selling set meal in their store, which included a decent shroud, a few stacks of gold paper, and white candles. The man took them away in a hurry and soon disappeared into the thick night.

After the man walked away, the waiter suddenly realized, "Hey, isn't that the Wen family? Who died in the Wen family?"

The Wen family has never been at peace.

Someone died in the Wen family, and the servants were busy all night. Everyone was still frightened and couldn't sleep with their eyes open.

There were white candles lit everywhere in the backyard, the yellow ones looked eerie and strange.

Hongmei's eyes were swollen like walnuts. She took the funeral clothes bought by Chen Ma and thought of the smoky-colored jacket that Lu Ping wore on the day of the accident. She looked at the funeral clothes made of coarse linen again and felt sad.

That girl Lu Ping...is so vain.

Hongmei stood up, nearly fainting. She rubbed her numb thigh and said to Chen Ma, "I have a dress in my room that was newly made this year. It's a tender pink color with lotus flowers embroidered on it. Lu Ping asked me a few days ago if she could borrow it to wear..."

At this point, Hongmei burst into tears, "If I had known this would happen, I would have given her ten or a hundred pieces."

Hongmei came back with the clothes and didn't see anyone along the way. The servants of the Wen family were all hiding in the backyard.

Maybe they think that someone's dead is unlucky.

Hongmei could understand, but she felt even worse.

When people leave, the tea gets cold; when people die, the lights go out.

Back in the backyard, Aunt Chen wiped Lu Ping's body with warm water. After two days of rest, the hideous wounds on Lu Ping's body gradually improved, but the bruises on her body did not fade away. She lay there quietly like a broken doll.

(End of this chapter)