Wanjin Lady

Chapter 17 Swan Meat

The night was deeper.

Wen Wan sat at the table, drinking a pot of tea, supporting her chin with one hand, and flipping through the "Heavenly Creations" she carried with her.

The original owner's mother died early, and she lived with her grandfather, a scholar, for a period of time.

Although my grandfather was a scholar, he never looked down on her because she was a girl. Instead, he taught her to read, write and write.

My grandfather once said that because we are girls, we should study harder and be sensible, so as to avoid being easily deceived due to our dull minds.

Who said the ancients were pedantic?

Looking at Old Man Wen, Grandfather, Aunt Liu, and Aunt Cui who dared to fight for her future, Wen Wan no longer had any arrogance or prejudice of a time traveler.

"Miss, why don't you go back and rest. You can't run away anyway. I'll stay here and send someone to call you if you wake up." Aunt Liu felt sorry for Wen Wan and replaced her with a bowl of calming tea. "Didn't you just come back from Anyang today? Don't stay up, go back and rest."

Wen Wan shook her head, "Madam Liu, don't worry about me. I still want to read some books and look at the account books."

Seeing Wen Wan's frown, Aunt Liu couldn't help but feel a little worried. "Is there something wrong with Anyang's account book?"

"It's hard to say. This account book uses single-entry accounting, with only the zodiac and small transactions. It's only reviewed at the end of the year. If there are large transactions or if payments are made before receipts, the accounts will become a mess. There are so many things to think about, I really don't know what to do at the moment."

Wen Wan rubbed her temples, feeling upset when she thought of the account book.

Aunt Liu was at a loss for ideas and could only say, "If you really can't understand, just call Shi Jinquan over tomorrow."

Wen Wan couldn't say that the accountant Shi had already had second thoughts. Concubine Liu had enough to worry about, and she couldn't add fuel to the fire. "Is Old Master Liu... not angry with father this time?"

Aunt Liu waved her hand nonchalantly. "He got angry several times and almost took a knife to your father to settle the score, but I stopped him. He's been mumbling and cursing your father these past few days."

Aunt Liu is the only daughter of the Liu family. She has three brothers and four cousins. She is the apple of the eye of the entire Liu family.

Although Old Man Wen is not destined to have a son, he has very good luck in love.

It can be seen that Old Man Wen is quite talented in coaxing women.

She has to learn.

The fine traditions of the family must be carried on.

Wen Wan didn't sleep much that night.

The man had a high fever that wouldn't go away. In the second half of the night, he began to have convulsions and talk incoherently. Even his underwear and underpants were wet. Wen Wan felt very distressed.

If this guy dies, where can she find a cheap and good quality figurine with eight-pack abs?

All night long, Aunt Chen and Aunt Liu were busy running around, cleaning him and giving him medicine. Wen Wan wanted to help, but Aunt Liu said that she was a girl and couldn't dirty her hands and eyes for a man outside.

Wen Wan had no choice but to be lazy.

The two of them were busy all night until dawn.

Mother Chen rubbed her arm and cried out, "If this boy doesn't agree to this marriage, I will be the first one to deal with him."

Wen Wan quickly said, "Aunt Chen, go and take a nap."

Chen Ma was unwilling to let Wen Wan endure this alone, so she sat down on the toffee chair and leaned back, "I'll stay here. Didn't Mr. Tu say this kid is very skilled? What if he wakes up and runs away? I, your Chen Ma, have no other use, but I still have a lot of strength. I won't let the cooked duck fly away. I won't sleep today no matter what. Let's see who can outlast the other."

Wen Wan was so moved that she was speechless. She turned her head away.

Aunt Chen has started to snore evenly.

Hey.

Aunt Chen, didn’t you say just a second ago that you would never close your eyes?
I am so moved by your loyalty!

Aunt Liu also lay on the table, sleeping with her arms as a pillow.

The person on the bed let out a painful moan.

Wen Wan walked over quickly and sat at the head of the bed.

He seemed to be trapped in a painful nightmare, with cold sweat on his forehead and an indelible murderous look between his brows.

Wen Wan wiped his sweat with a towel.

Suddenly, the man opened his blurry eyes.

Those are a pair of very beautiful eyes.

As dark as ink.

Bottomless.

“You…you…who are you?”

The sound was like coarse sand passing through the throat, hoarse and low.

Later, it became known as "bubble sound." Is this a sign of waking up?

Wen Wan was about to call for help, but found that the man had fainted again.

have to.

Feelings are half asleep and half awake.

Her gentle gaze fell on his abdominal muscles.

Even through the outer shirt, you can see the abdominal muscles undulating like a small mountain.

She resisted the urge to take action, and then she saw the sachet around his waist.

In the Chen Dynasty, there was a custom of using sachets to engage marriages. Wen Wan didn't want to marry a married man, so she reached out and untied the sachet hanging around the man's waist, then opened it and took a look.

A few taels of silver.

Well, I'm definitely not a poor person.

Wen Wan dug deeper and found a waist badge and a pass.

Gone.

There were no robes or hair coverings for women to wear close to their bodies.

Probably a single guy.

Wen Wan spread the silk pass under the lamp and saw that it was written, "Zhao Heng from Zhaojia Village, Shou'an County, is applying for a written pass. I am going to a certain place to visit relatives or do business. I am afraid that my future will be blocked, so I should apply for a written pass to avoid being detained at the customs. It is true that I am giving you this pass."

In ancient times, a travel permit was equivalent to an ID card in later generations. If one left one's hometown, one must have a travel permit issued by the government as proof, which meant that the person was a legitimate citizen.

Zhao Heng?

Is this his name?

It seems this person wasn't lying. At least his origin and surname matched.

Wen Wan's heart finally settled.

She was also afraid of marrying a desperado or a serious criminal.

Although her husband only serves as a decoration, she doesn't want to be beheaded and dismembered in her sleep and then flushed down the sewer.

Accompanied by the crowing of a rooster in the early morning, Wen Wan continued to dig deep into the sachet under the light of a lamp in front of the window.

It was as if what she took out was not the sachet, but the background of this man named Zhao Heng.

"Lady..."

A weak bubbling sound sounded behind him.

Bubble sound?
Wen Wan suddenly reacted and looked up——

The man named Zhao Heng had already propped himself up and half sat up. His cheeks were flushed red, and his three thousand strands of hair were scattered on one side. The thin shirt on his shoulders had slipped down to his arms, revealing his delicate collarbone and most of the beautiful scenery on his chest.

The man leaned weakly on the pillow, his eyes as hazy as spring water, his thin red lips opening and closing, his breathing as weak as a delicate flower, as if inviting her to play with him.

Come on, sir, let's play together.

even.

Wen Wan completely ignored the blue birthmark at the corner of his eye.

Mom.

She will do whatever it takes to get this man.

At this moment, Wen Wan finally understood those toads in later generations who were determined to eat swan flesh.

At this moment, she is a toad!

She speaks for the toad!

She's already so rich, what's wrong with eating a piece of swan meat?! Shouldn't she have it?!
No, wait—

Wen Wan regained her sanity, and he called her wife?

The rustling noises in the room woke up Chen Ma and Aunt Liu. They rubbed their sleepy eyes and looked at the person sitting on the bed.

Yo.

My son-in-law woke up.

(End of this chapter)