Wanjin Lady

Chapter 74 Open the screen

Only then did Aunt Liu feel relieved. She glanced at Wen Weiming from the corner of her eye and saw that Wen Weiming's eyes were evasive, intentionally avoiding her. She felt mixed emotions in her heart, "Since you are all fine, I will leave first."

"Where are you going?" Wen Wan stopped Aunt Liu and smiled as she instructed Chen Ma, "Since you're here, make the best of it. Stay one night before you leave. Wen Jing has been missing you a lot. Aunt Liu's room is cleaned every day, so everything is spotless."

But Aunt Liu's brother was not happy. He was tall and strong to begin with. He glared at Wen Weiming fiercely and sneered, "Why are you staying here when you don't have the right to do so? It's not like your parents won't let you go back. Go."

Aunt Liu hardened her heart and pushed Wen Jing away, "Just follow your sister. If you are obedient, I will come to pick you up in a few days."

Wen Jing's tears dripped down, but this time she was sensible enough not to try to keep Aunt Liu.

She was not a child, she was seven years old, and she knew that her aunt had received the letter of release from the concubine and was no longer a member of the Wen family. If her father did not welcome her back, her aunt would not come back.

But in Daddy's heart... there is only my sister's mother...

Wen Jing had no impression of the stepmother he had never met. It was neither hatred nor liking for her. The little guy just wondered why his father couldn't have two wives?

In this case, aren’t my sister’s mother and her mother both my father’s wives?
After Aunt Liu left, Wen Wan saw that Father Wen's shoulders seemed to collapse. She wanted to say something, but Zhao Heng stopped her, "Don't say anything about this matter. Let father make the decision himself."

Wenwan pursed her lips.

She was born to the original wife, so there is no reason for her to help the concubine to take the position.

Although she did not believe in spirits in heaven, she was afraid that her will could not represent the will of the original owner's mother.

What if this Madam Wen really doesn't want Father Wen to make his concubine his legal wife?
She couldn't bully a dead person who couldn't speak, and she couldn't deprive the dead person of his or her will.

Wen Wan was very depressed.

She was caught in the middle, in a dilemma.

Aunt Chen took people to repair the yard and sort out the damage caused by Xinlong Money House. Wen Wan returned to her room. Passing by the gravel road that Old Man Wen usually walked on barefoot, she suddenly became interested. She took off her shoes and socks and walked on it like Old Man Wen.

It hurts.

The gravel stung every acupuncture point on her body.

It is very similar to foot massage in later generations.

Da Wenjing said that every time she took her to a foot massage, she would howl like a pig being slaughtered.

Zhao Heng leaned on the railing under the corridor, folded his arms and looked at her.

It had just rained, and there were still water droplets on the green plants in the courtyard. The gravel was as smooth as new. The young lady lifted her skirt, revealing her snow-white and smooth feet. It was true that the saying "seeing the jade trees every morning is not as good as the golden lotus step by step" could not compare to seeing the jade trees every morning.

Feet are the most private part of a woman, and only her father and husband can see them. However, although the scenery in front of him is beautiful, Zhao Heng has no interest in romance.

He noticed that Wen Wan was angry.

He and Wen Wan had been married for less than a month, but he already understood her.

His wife looks like a delicate dodder, but in reality she is more like a holly tree.

It is not afraid of cold weather, wind and frost; it has strong adaptability and can grow lushly wherever it is thrown; it is made of tough material and is taciturn, as if it has no other purpose except growing towards the sky.

Full of plans.

But never speak it out loud.

Even so, he still couldn't see through this person. They were the closest people in the world, but Zhao Heng always felt that there was a thick layer between them.

What is his wife angry about?
Angry at Yuan Jing? Angry at the Cheng family? Or Angry at Xinlong Bank?
If that doesn't work... kill them all?
Wen Wan stopped walking until her back was slightly sweaty. She put on her shoes and socks and saw Zhao Heng waiting for her in the corridor.

Wen Wan walked over with her emotions suppressed. Her face showed no emotion at all. She said in a light voice, "My dear husband, I've been waiting for a long time."

Zhao Heng disliked internal friction and asked immediately, "Madam, are you angry with that guy named Yuan Jing?"

Yuan Jing paid a high price to buy out the grain from the villages and towns around Ping County. The Wen family winery had no rice to cook, and all the inventory of the winery had been completely cleared out.

I have to say that Yuan Jing played a very beautiful trick of cutting off the source of the problem.

Wen Wan smiled and shook her head, "There's nothing to be angry about in the business world, whether it's open or secret."

Zhao Heng stared into her eyes. "But my wife is unhappy."

Not happy?
Is it that obvious?

Zhao Heng opened his red lips slightly and continued, "But you pretend to be happy in front of me and Daddy. I don't like it."

"Hmm?" Wen Wan raised her head.

Just barely able to reach the man's lips.

Zhao Heng's lips gently brushed across her forehead. He lowered his head slightly and saw those eyes as dark as obsidian.

His wife...seems to be very worried.

"My dear, we are a family. You once said that a family needs to look out for each other."

Wen Wan chuckled softly, her bright and beautiful smile instantly dispelling the sadness between her brows. "I was just thinking...how can I make myself stronger? So strong that no one dares to provoke me. So strong that no one dares to ignore me."

Somehow, Zhao Heng felt distressed when Wen Wan said these words.

No one wants to be born strong.

It’s just that some people are used to carrying heavy burdens.

The burden of the Wen family...all fell on Wen Wan's weak and thin shoulders.

Zhao Heng held her in his arms and kissed her earlobe gently.

He didn't encourage her ambitions, nor did he tighten the ropes around her. He just sighed softly in her ear, his voice full of pity, "You can fly high, but don't fly too hard."

Wen Wan rested her head on his shoulder.

His embrace is warm.

For a moment, she suddenly felt that the feeling of leaning on him like this... was not bad.

It was chilly outside, so Zhao Heng picked up the man and Wen Wan hooked her arms around his neck.

"Ma'am, let me tell you something in the room."

Go back to your room?

Come into the house with me?

Although she really wants to have more children, but at this time... why is she still thinking about these things?
But...it's not impossible...

Tasks must be carried out one by one.

Fortunately, the servants were busy in the front yard and no one saw them. The two of them went back to the room whispering to each other, and Zhao Heng kicked the door shut.

Wen Wan took the initiative to offer her lips, but Zhao Heng only lowered his head and pecked her lightly, then chuckled and whispered in her ear: "Madam, it's business."

"Oh."

After acting like a peacock with its tail spread out, Wen Wan said she wasn't embarrassed at all.

Zhao Heng smiled and sat down, then pulled her to sit on his lap and held her in his arms. "Just now, I heard from my father that Yuan Jing bought out all the grain in Ping County. Now everyone in the winery is waiting for the grain to make wine?"

Zhao Heng felt a little uncomfortable.

Even the people of Ping County knew that the Wen family had no rice to make wine, but he, the son-in-law, was kept in the dark.

Anyone who is repeatedly treated like a thief would feel uncomfortable.

He seemed... unable to get used to the identity of a son-in-law.

But then he thought, time will tell, he and his wife have plenty of time.

Wen Wan sat in his arms, talking to him casually, "That's right. But don't worry, my husband. I'm trying to find a solution."

(End of this chapter)