Wanjin Lady

Chapter 162: No feast?
Wen Weiming showed no sign of relief after hearing this, but instead became even more worried.

He always felt that this matter was like seeing flowers in the fog. The more he thought about it, the less clear it became, but he also had a vague sense of oppression that a storm was about to come.

Yuan Jing died in Ping County, and the Wen family and Yuan Jing had a conflict of interest. What if the Yuan family became suspicious of them?
The third branch of the Yuan family will never let it go after their son died!
Concubine Liu, however, couldn't see through it. Instead, she spoke in a joyful tone, "It's good that Yuan Liulang died! Who made them compete with our family for the winery? Even God couldn't stand this!"

Wen Weiming frowned, "Don't tell anyone about this! The murderer is still at large. If anyone else hears about this, they'll definitely suspect that Yuan Jing's death is related to our Wen family!"

Aunt Liu's face turned pale, and she suddenly felt that... Yuan Jing's death was not at the right time.

After the people from the third branch of the Yuan family come to Ping County, they might vent their anger on the Wen family!
After all, there is a human life involved between the two families.

This matter seems to have been resolved satisfactorily, but in fact it hides a crisis.

Wen Wan also said, "Father, you are right. Yuan Liulang died at such a young age, and our entire Wen family is deeply saddened. Father, the third branch of the Yuan family will come to Ping County in a few days. You and Zhu Wang will go and visit them with valuable gifts. If the Yuan family needs any help, we will contribute both money and effort."

Why bring Zhu Wang?
Wen Weiming wanted to ask, but didn't open his mouth.

This is really like the weasel taking the initiative to pay New Year's greetings to the chicken.

"Son, rest a little longer." Wen Weiming saw Wen Wan's pale face and felt sad. "I'm the one who supports the family. You are pregnant now, so remember not to be sad or in pain. Even if something happens to Zhao Heng, you have to live well."

Is this a precaution for Wen Wan?

Old Man Wen did have this plan.

Prolong the search until my daughter slowly accepts Zhao Heng's death, and by then the baby's pregnancy will be stable.

"There's no place to rest. The third branch of the Yuan family is coming to Ping County, and we don't know if they'll vent their anger on us." Wen Wan pretended to stand up, and Concubine Liu quickly put her coat on her. "It's a day of sorrow, a day of joy. Could it be that if my man dies, I, Wen Wan, will not live anymore?"

Wen Wan pretended for a few days, but she couldn't continue, so she simply changed her character from "a poor widow whose husband died and carried a posthumous child" to "a beautiful widow with a poor life but strong."

"I lay in bed, thinking over and over. I have a father, an aunt, a sister, and now an unborn child. Even if Zhao Heng really..." At this point, her gentle red lips trembled twice, "If he really does die, I still have to live well."

Wen Weiming's eyes suddenly reddened. Over the past two days, he'd watched waves of people being sent out, yet no one had returned with a single message. On the cliff, there was nothing left except a shoe left by Zhao Heng.

The water in Taohua Creek was so turbulent, it was very likely that Zhao Heng had met with an accident!

Wen Weiming had a hard time day and night. He was old when he had a daughter, and now that Zhao Heng was gone, his broken body could not accompany his daughter for long. He was worried that his daughter would be left alone for the rest of her life.

When Wen Weiming thought of this, he felt heartbroken. Zhao Heng had only been missing for four or five days, but his hair had already turned white.

Hearing his daughter's determination, Wen Weiming was thrilled. "It's great that you think this way. You're still young, and there are still many good days ahead of you..."

Wen Wan sat up, a forced smile on her face, "Father is right. I need to cheer up."

"The people we sent out have been here for four or five days now, right?" Wen Wan pondered the right moment to speak and asked tentatively, "Let's get the other families to withdraw first. Each family has its own issues, and it's not good to keep accepting favors from others."

Wen Weiming managed to maintain his smile, "Alright. Let our guys continue searching along the Peach Blossom River."

Wen Wan didn't say it, and Wen Weiming also had the same idea. Other families had helped with the search for two or three days, and in the past few days, they had begun to back down. Some even openly and secretly advised Wen Weiming to accept reality, and many families had already called their workers home.

Yes.

It's not good to keep delaying other people's business.

Wen Wan pondered Father Wen's expression and went on to say, "We've been searching for so many days, but Zhao Heng is still missing. I actually have a premonition... that my husband... won't be coming back."

When she said this, the young lady's eyes turned red and misty, but her thin lips were pursed stubbornly.

"He appeared in my dream last night and said he was going to a very far place and asked me and the child to live a good life. I know everything... He went..."

Wen Wan covered her face with her hands, thinking about all the sad things she had experienced in her previous life, and tears flowed through her fingers.

"Dad..." Wen Wan reached out and grabbed a piece of Daddy Wen's clothes, tears dripping like beads from a broken string, "Let everyone come back. Arrange a funeral for him, and it will also be considered as the end of his daughter's thoughts-"

Old Man Wen hugged Wen Wan immediately. The old man cried so hard that his voice became hoarse, and he sounded even more hurt than Wen Wan.

How could Wen Weiming not feel pain?

He had experienced widowhood in middle age. When Wen Wan's mother passed away, Wen Weiming was devastated for a year or two. He had no energy to do anything and his soul seemed to be sucked away. He even had hallucinations at one point, and he always saw Wen Wan's mother on his bed, by the windowsill, and under the locust tree in the yard.

He doesn't understand.

The whole house was clearly filled with Wen Wanniang's scent and figure, so why did everyone else keep calling her "Madam" and saying she was leaving?

Now, everything he had experienced... his daughter was going to experience it again!
"Don't worry, as the saying goes, if I want to see the person alive, I'll have to see the body dead... Dad will definitely bring the person back to you!"

Wen Wan, who was warmly embraced by Old Man Wen: Ah?
No banquet?

Eight dishes and one soup...that’s it?
She was still looking forward to attending Zhao Heng's banquet!
Wen Wan refused to give up and wiped away her tears. "Father... at most five days... if we can't find him... then we can arrange the funeral. I believe... my husband's spirit in heaven... definitely wouldn't want to see me like this."

Wen Weiming pursed his lips and said nothing. It was unclear whether he agreed to start the meal or not.

Wen Wan was anxious but didn't show it on her face. She thought that since Mr. Tu had already taken his men to Cangshan, they wouldn't be able to retrieve Zhao Heng's body even if they were given ten days or half a month.

Aunt Liu saw Wen Weiming out the door.

Concubine Liu thought about it, wanting to say something but stopping herself. Finally, she couldn't help but say, "Master, don't be sad. The eldest girl and her husband have only been married for two or three months. Their relationship is far from what the master and his wife have. Maybe she'll forget about her husband in a year or two. If things really don't work out... that hunter family in the West Hill... the one I mentioned before, there's a tall, handsome, and skilled man from the blind old woman's family... They haven't found a wife yet... Let the eldest girl wait a year or two, and then find a new husband. We can't let her become a widow."

Wen Weiming felt bad.

Aunt Liu kept calling him "Master and Madam" like slapping him in the face one after another, making his face hurt.

So much so that he had no intention of listening to what was said later about "Hunter from the Western Hills".

(End of this chapter)