Wanjin Lady

Chapter 155: Heart-to-heart talk between husband and wife
He didn't dare to think that if he had arrived a step later, Wen Wan would have become the second Lu Ping.

Zhao Heng's heart ached so much that he could hardly breathe.

"You can hit me and scold me... but don't be mad at me, okay?"

A weak smile appeared on Wen Wan's pale face. "I'm fine. Everything is fine."

Normally a young girl would be in a state of panic if she encountered this, but she was thirty years old after all, and had experienced life and death. Her fear was only momentary, and she was more worried that Zhao Heng was involved in the murder.

She was worried, and after thinking about it, she couldn't help but ask: "Where is he?"

Zhao Heng's eyes flushed red, and his voice grew colder. "Don't worry, he's dead."

Of course Wen Wan knew that Yuan Jing was dead!

What she cared about was... whether Zhao Heng had cleaned up the scene! Trash like Yuan Jing deserved death, but her Wen family must not be implicated!

But Wen Wan then changed her mind and realized that Zhao Heng was not a man without plans. He was cautious in his actions and would not give anyone any evidence to hold against him once he had done something.

Zhao Heng's hand brushed across Wen Wan's cheek and landed on the swollen part. His breath became heavier. Looking at the person's trembling eyes, he put his forehead against hers and said, "Don't be afraid."

"If there is any debt of sin, I will bear it alone."

The man's voice was chilling, "Not to mention a lowly creature like Yuan Jing... If he dares to come and claim my life, I'll kill him again!"

Wen Wan leaned gently on his shoulder, feeling his hot chest. The struggle and fatigue of the whole night seemed to slowly fade away at this moment.

In this strange world, she was drifting like duckweed, but now she was landing in Zhao Heng's arms.

She reached out and gently removed the wet mask on Zhao Heng's face, and his clean face was exposed in front of Wen Wan like a baby.

The mark on Zhao Heng's face had disappeared without a trace at some point.

Wen Wan stared at the face and felt a strange uneasiness in her heart.

This kind of uneasiness... is even stronger than meeting Yuan Jing tonight.

"I'm not afraid." The woman's voice was rustling. It was drizzling outside. She was like a kitten wet by the rain, lying obediently in his arms.

"I just...have never seen such a bloody scene before, so I'm a little uncomfortable for the moment."

"Yuan Jing...deserves to die."

"This isn't called a karmic debt. This is called karma. If he wants to kill me, he must be prepared to be killed by me."

She reached out and wrapped her arms around Zhao Heng's neck, her gaze lowered, her brows furrowed slightly, and she let out a suppressed gasp: "Your hands..."

She grabbed his right hand, where the knuckles were cut by a sword, and the skin and flesh were turned inside out, looking extremely hideous.

This was left behind when he blocked Yuan Jing's knife for her!
Wen Wan forced him to sit down, then opened the medicine box. There was no distilled liquor in the Great Chen Dynasty, so Wen Wan could only use homemade liquor to disinfect his wound.

"Don't move. I'll do it myself." Zhao Heng picked her up with one hand and put her on his thigh. Wenwan washed her body and changed into clean clothes. She smelled of the astringent coolness of autumn rain and a hint of the elegant fragrance of soapberries.

The man held her on his thigh with one hand, rested his head on her back, and greedily sniffed her scent.

Then he unscrewed the medicine bottle with his other hand and applied the medicine to his wound quickly and efficiently.

Seeing Wen Wan's worried look, Zhao Heng smiled, "Don't worry, my lady. I have thick skin and it doesn't hurt at all. But you——"

There was still some ointment on his fingers, which he gently applied to her face, moving it in circles. Wen Wan only felt a cool feeling on her face.

Seeing Zhao Heng's gloomy eyes, Wen Wan smiled and said, "Don't worry, my husband. I will be able to sleep well tonight."

That night, the couple slept with their feet touching each other.

The sound of raindrops was heard outside, and Wen Wan was lying in Zhao Heng's arms, unable to fall asleep.

The night was cool and still, a cold wind suddenly rose, and then Zhao Heng's voice came through the air. "Wife... are you asleep?"

Wen Wan lay on Zhao Heng's chest and sighed softly, "Husband can't sleep either?"

Zhao Heng said nothing.

It was just a matter of killing Yuan Jing, so he could naturally sleep well. He even felt more relaxed because he had solved a worry.

Yuan Jing no longer targeted the Wen family.

Wen Wan is safe and will be able to make great achievements in the business world in the future.

He couldn't sleep because he noticed Wen Wan was in a bad mood tonight.

But if he showed too indifferent to Yuan Jing's death, he was afraid that Wen Wan would think that he regarded human life as worthless. He didn't want to scare the young lady, so he nodded, "Well... I can't sleep."

The man's hand fell on Wenwan's head, and the couple hugged each other tightly, looking at each other sleeplessly.

Under the quilt, Zhao Heng's instep was pressed against Wenwan's feet, helping her dispel the chill of the autumn night.

The couple chatted in a random manner.

"Father will definitely ask about the wound on your forehead tomorrow."

"Then I'll find an excuse to trick him." Wen Wan touched the wound on her forehead and frowned slightly. "I can't go out these few days."

"It's okay. Just stay at home with me." Zhao Heng gently kissed her forehead, put his arm around her body, and the two of them got closer.

It was autumn now, and Wen Wan's limbs began to feel cold, but Zhao Heng had been practicing martial arts for many years, so leaning against him was like leaning against a stove.

"You've been busy making wine, arranging Lu Ping's funeral, and writing policy papers these days. You must be exhausted. Take this opportunity to rest for a couple of days. Didn't you say last time that you wanted to play mahjong? I'll ask Father and Chen Ma Hongmei to come and accompany you."

She smiled gently, "Okay."

It had only been two days since Yuan Jing died, and she was already playing cards. It sounded...very cool.

As if noticing her perfunctory attitude, Zhao Heng's hand touched the corner of her slightly swollen eye, "Madam... why are you so depressed?"

Or is it for Yuan Jing?
These four words "life and death" sound refreshing. Even if Wen Wan pretends not to care, it is a life after all.

A gentle, muffled voice came from her chest, "I'm scared..."

She was afraid that she would find that the easiest way to solve the problem was to kill people, and that she would be gradually devoured and assimilated in a different time and space. She was even more afraid that she would slowly... completely become Wen Wan of the Great Chen Dynasty.

Zhao Heng waited for a long time, but Wen Wan never said what she was afraid of.

Outside, the rain was dripping and the night was still dark. Zhao Heng was breathing softly, afraid that the rise and fall of his chest would wake Wen Wan.

He sighed softly and pulled the quilt up to wrap around Wenwan's back.

Sure enough, the next day, when Old Man Wen saw the wound on Wen Wan's forehead, he was very surprised. Fortunately, the swelling on Wen Wan's cheek had subsided and it was not very noticeable, but the wound on her forehead was very obvious. Wen Wan had nowhere to hide, so she had to say that the road was slippery last night and she fell on the stairs.

Old Man Wen looked depressed and doubtful, so he had no choice but to ask Aunt Chen to take people to clean up all the moss on the roads in his home.

However, Wen Wan discovered that the jade hairpin on her head was missing.

There is always a mistake in a perfect plan. She couldn't remember where she lost the hairpin, and her heart was in turmoil and she was worried all day long.

But now she didn't dare to return to the crime scene, so she could only comfort herself that even if someone else picked it up, she would just deny it.

That night she was in the light while Zhao Heng was in the dark. No one would believe that a frail woman like her could kill Yuan Jing, a seven-foot tall man.

(End of this chapter)