After her ninth miscarriage, she finally let her scumbag husband and her beloved get together.

A loud slap sent Xu Wantang's face slamming to the side.

She froze for a moment, unable to breathe for a long time.

The strands of hair stuck to my cheeks, feeling like needles irritating my skin, causing a burning pain.

The gloating glances around him felt like a thousand arrows piercing his heart.

Cen Shichuan pulled out a handkerchief to wipe his palms and said matter-of-factly, "You are my wife, it is my duty to teach you a lesson for not following the rules."

He glanced around again and said coldly, "Second Brother, shouldn't you come out? Letting a woman take the lead is too cowardly and unbecoming of the second young master of the Cen family."

Lin Manzhi added fuel to the fire: "Cen Yuan, I believe you definitely didn't do it on purpose. It must have been Xu Wantang who seduced you into making a mistake. The elders are all here today, so just come out and admit your mistake and that'll be the end of it."

As she spoke, she glanced at her accompanying relatives, who then surrounded the bookshelf from both sides.

Cen Shichuan, leaning against his wheelchair, looked coldly at Xu Wantang and mocked, "Second brother, now that we're all family, everything is negotiable. Why make yourself look so foolish?"

After saying that, Lin Manzhi and the others went around to the back of the bookshelf, but there was no one there.

An elder complained, "Do you two even know where you are? You called us here just to see this?"

Lin Manzhi exclaimed in disbelief, "Impossible! Clearly..."

Realizing she had let something slip, she immediately pursed her lips.

Xu Wantang took a deep breath, steadied her voice, and asked, "Third Madam, what is it?"

Lin Manzhi glared at her, but after glancing at the scriptures on the table, she smiled instead.

"Still trying to deny it? This is Cen Yuan's book. He never lets anyone else touch his books. You two are clearly having a clandestine rendezvous here!"

Xu Wantang was somewhat confused and retorted, "Third Madam, isn't this the scripture you asked me to find?"

Lin Manzhi quickly walked past her, picked up the scripture on the table, and pointed to the seal below the page number.

"This is Cen Yuan's personal seal! He must have given you this book! I bet he's hiding somewhere right now!"

"..."

Xu Wantang stared at the book, biting her inner lip.

Now I finally understand why Cen Yuan said that even if she ran away, they wouldn't believe her.

It turns out that Lin Manzhi had already made two preparations.

Even if she used scriptures to fulfill her obligations, Lin Manzhi would still make a big fuss about the private seals on the scriptures.

But... what is the deeper meaning behind Cen Yuan's decision to let her stay here?

While she was thinking, Xu Wantang felt a sharp pain in her wrist as Cen Shichuan pulled her over.

"Xu Wantang, don't force me! Where is he?"

"..."

Before Xu Wantang could even speak, she felt her wrist bones cracking, as if they would snap at any moment.

Just then, footsteps came from the stairs.

"What do you want?"

The one speaking was Cen Yuan.

Behind him was a handsome man and some elders from the clan.

Most importantly, they all came from outside.

Not only was Xu Wantang stunned, but Cen Shichuan and Lin Manzhi were also stunned.

Lin Manzhi blurted out, "You, how did you get in from outside? That's impossible."

Before Cen Yuan could speak, Ji Yan, who was behind him, stepped forward first.

"Third Madam, what do you mean by that?"

"The Second Young Master has been with us the whole time. In preparation for tomorrow's ancestral worship ceremony, we went through the procedures again."

"But what are you doing here so late at night, bringing this disabled Third Young Master here?"

"It can't be... what I'm thinking, can it?"

"Don't you even know where you are?"

As he spoke, Ji Yan looked at Cen Yuan and burst into laughter.

"Second Young Master, we really have to thank this young master. Otherwise, if he had told us there was something going on here, we would have definitely missed such an interesting thing."

As he spoke, Ji Yan pointed to the young master behind him.

Xu Wantang looked up and realized that this was the young master who had brought her to the library.

The next second, she understood Cen Yuan's intention in asking her to stay.

Rather than letting people have wild imaginations.

It's better to let them come up empty-handed.

In the end, it's still uncertain who will be the one who loses face.

Thinking it over, Xu Wantang brushed aside the strands of hair that were stuck to her face, deliberately exposing her swollen half of her face to everyone.

Then, her eyes turned red, and her lips were bitten until they bled; she felt wronged and humiliated.

"I don't know what happened. The young monk said he would bring me to retrieve the scriptures, but the downstairs door was closed."

"My phone had no signal, and I remembered that my third wife said she wanted to copy Buddhist scriptures to burn for our ancestors tomorrow."

"So I sat down and started copying for her, so as not to delay her important business."

"Who knew they would come up and say that the second young master and I were having a secret rendezvous here."

"This is my first time here. I had no idea that the Second Young Master lived here."

After speaking, Xu Wantang presented the sutra she had copied.

Under Cen Yuan's tutelage, her handwriting became neat and orderly, demonstrating her sincerity.

Upon seeing this, the elders of the clan looked at Cen Shichuan and Lin Manzhi with displeasure.

"What exactly are you and your son trying to do? Shi Chuan, haven't you caused enough trouble lately? Coming to a Buddhist holy site to beat your wife?"

Cen Shichuan's face was gloomy, and he didn't say a word, his sharp eyes fixed on the stack of plagiarized scriptures.

Seeing her son being scolded, Lin Manzhi immediately stood up to retort: ​​"The scriptures are right in the front hall, why is she here? Besides, there's cell phone signal right now, do you think she can just say there's no signal and then there isn't?"

The young monk bowed his head and explained, "Third Madam, it's been raining a lot in the mountains lately, and the weather is damp. Many of the books in the front hall have gotten a bit damp, so they've all been put away. That's why I brought Third Madam to the library to retrieve some books."

"Oh, by the way, the signal in the mountains is sometimes good and sometimes bad, which is normal. The door downstairs is also a bit broken; sometimes it locks automatically when the wind blows it shut, but everyone is used to it, so they don't really pay attention to these things."

"It wasn't until I brought the Third Young Mistress here that I immediately went to the Second Young Master and told him that you wanted to borrow books. I know you are filial, so I didn't dare not take the books."

After his explanation, Lin Manzhi was left speechless.

She was so angry that her chest heaved and her face turned blue.

After a long pause, she finally managed to utter a single sentence.

"Cen Yuan, I misread it, I'm sorry."

Cen Yuan stepped forward slowly, his tall and elegant figure and handsome face appearing detached from the world due to his calm expression.

"Really? You came here to catch me cheating, and all you do is apologize?"

Lin Manzhi froze, her face turning deathly pale.

"Second brother, my mother is still your elder!" Cen Shichuan reminded him through gritted teeth.

"And what about you? How many times has this happened? Cen Shichuan, you should know what your wife and I would be facing if I were here today, right? It sounds like you'd be thrilled to have me here."

Cen Yuan's dark eyes swept over the people brought by Cen Shichuan.

They are all important people for tomorrow's ancestral worship ceremony, without bias or prejudice.

Cen Shichuan claimed to be catching adulterers, but what he was actually catching was obvious.

Upon seeing this, the elders of the clan slammed their fists on the table in anger.

"Cen Shichuan, we understand your poor health and bad temper, but don't embarrass yourself!"

"Apologize to me!"

Cen Shichuan gripped the armrest of his wheelchair tightly: "Second brother, I'm sorry, I was rash."

After saying that, he turned and left.

Xu Wantang didn't dare linger. She bowed her head, said thank you to Cen Yuan, and quickly went downstairs.

When she spoke, the corner of her mouth moved, and half of her face hurt so much that she frowned.

She could only pull down her hair to cover her face.

……

The people dispersed.

Behind Cen Yuan came the sound of his young master being pinned to the ground by Lin Yue.

"Second Young Master took you in at the temple because you were an orphan, and didn't ask you to pay a single penny for your education and research. How dare you do such a thing in a Buddhist temple for a mere fifty thousand yuan?"

"I was wrong, I won't do it again." The young master immediately knelt down and begged for forgiveness.

Cen Yuan waved his hand, too lazy to look any further: "Take him away."

Lin Yue grabbed the young master and dragged him away to deal with the situation.

Beside him, Ji Yan stroked his chin: "I was standing downstairs catching someone just now. Actually, even if your sister-in-law jumped, I could have caught her. Who would want to catch a hard, stiff man like you? I must say, your sister-in-law is truly born with a seductive charm; one look from her and your bones melt..."

Cen Yuan glanced at him.

Ji Yan clicked his tongue: "Alright, alright, I won't say anything more. But she's pitiful too, why would she be so foolish as to marry Cen Shichuan?"

The person in front of me simply left.

Ji Yan pouted: "You don't like listening to this again?"

……

Xu Wantang walked towards her residence, taking a detour to avoid people.

Unexpectedly, I ran into Cen Shichuan again.

She had only intended to leave quietly, but then she heard her own name called.

Lu Jiu said, "Third Young Master, I've asked around. Second Young Master has indeed been with Ji Yan and the others. Yesterday, Second Young Master went to the Buddhist hall to discuss the matter of requesting memorial tablets today, not to deliberately seek out Third Young Master's wife."

Cen Shichuan frowned: "Have someone send Xu Wantang a bowl of soup; she'll be easier to appease."

Lu Jiu kindly suggested, "Why don't we also send a tube of ointment for external injuries? The Third Young Mistress's face..."

"No need. Let her suffer the pain and see if she dares to keep doing things that cause misunderstandings. A bowl of soup will calm her down."

Cen Shichuan's tone was as if he were bestowing a favor.

Xu Wantang sneered and turned to leave.

I unexpectedly saw someone I never thought I'd meet.