Wanjin Lady

Chapter 18 Our Tea Art
Seeing that Wen Wan was silent and only staring at him, the man named Zhao Heng smiled dotingly and weakly, "My lady, why are you looking at me like this... Where are we..."

Zhao Heng's words silenced the three women in the room.

It also burned out Wenwan's CPU.

Happiness... does it come so quickly?
The people in the room looked at each other, but remained silent tacitly and strangely.

Aunt Liu and Aunt Chen subconsciously looked at Wen Wan.

Wen Wan was shy and sly, twisting and turning like a nimble maggot, "Ah Heng, you and I... haven't gotten married yet, so calling me wife... isn't that inappropriate?"

Wen Wan's words silenced Chen Ma and Aunt Liu again.

Young people nowadays have so much fun.

The man called Zhao Heng also fell silent.

He opened his hazy and confused eyes and looked at Wen Wan, then at the other two women in the room.

The wind blows silently.

The room was as quiet as a grave.

After a while, the man coughed twice, as if he had finally accepted his fate. There was a hint of helplessness in his voice: "Then who are you? Who am I? Where is this?"

Aunt Liu and Aunt Chen's eyes shifted back and forth, their breath rising in their throats.

Wenwan squeezed the sachet tightly.

He naturally grabbed the pass and the badge and stuffed them into his pocket.

The whole process went smoothly.

No one would have thought that she took away the other person's ID card in front of the owner.

"Your name is Zhao Heng, from Shou'an. My name is Wen Wan, your wife-to-be. This is the Wen family's villa."

The atmosphere in the air was condensed to the extreme.

The man that Mr. Tu robbed was not blind, but had lost his memory.

Mother Chen swallowed her saliva with a "gulp".

The young lady smiled, her voice calm and composed, but her eyes were terrifyingly bright. "Have you lost your memory?"

Zhao Heng tilted his head and looked around the room. "Maybe. My mind is blank."

The young lady opposite sneered, "Ah Heng doesn't remember his own name, but he keeps calling me wife. Are you like this to all girls?"

Zhao Heng's expression was natural, and his eyes fell on the sachet in her hand. "I don't remember Miss Wen, but I remember this sachet."

Wen Wan's expression was a little unnatural. "What's wrong with this sachet?"

"My mother gave me this sachet. She said... if I meet a woman I like, I should give it to her as a gift."

Zhao Heng's pair of eyes, clearly black and white, were like sticky spring water, instantly enveloping her.

"Besides, I seemed to have dreamt about your face before. You took care of me all night, right?"

what.

Is he referring to the question "Who are you" he asked when he was half asleep and half awake?

What is this smooth trend?
Before Wen Wan could figure out her role as a pretty widow who paid a huge sum of money to have a child, God just sent her husband to her?

Chen Ma roared in her heart: It was me who took care of you all night! Me!

Zhao Heng looked at her again, his voice hoarse, a fire burning deep in his eyes. "So, Miss Wen, can you tell me... what's going on?"

coming.

Here comes the key point.

Wen Wan's mind naturally emerged with the countless heart-wrenching novels she had read in her previous life.

Harem, sadomasochism, system flow, childbearing, revenge, forced love——

Which one is suitable for her Wenwan?

"Ten days ago, I rescued you on the official road west of Ping County."

"You were seriously injured at the time, and you claimed to be the illegitimate son of a wealthy family in Shou'an. Your mother died young, and you lost the battle for the family inheritance with your brothers. You were then hunted down by assassins hired by your stepmother and brothers."

"You begged me to save you. You said you'd do anything for me, like a slave, if I saved you." "Your brother sent men to hunt me down, and I got caught in the crossfire. Your family's hired thugs forced me into the Peach Blossom River. The river was swift, and you fainted. Luckily, I grew up by the river and am a skilled swimmer, so I escaped the pursuit. But...I...your body...you...you saw me naked."

Aunt Chen saw the appropriate shyness on Wen Wan's face.

Aunt Chen turned her head away.

Can't see a bit.

Pian Wenwan even mentioned Chen Ma's name, "My old servant Chen Ma can testify to this matter."

"Ah?" Aunt Chen nodded heavily, her face stern. "That's right. I can prove that everything the young lady said is true. If my young lady hadn't risked her life to save you, you would have died long ago!"

After Chen Ma finished speaking righteously, she silently chanted in her heart: Amitabha.

As long as you, my son-in-law, marry into my family, I, Aunt Chen, will definitely take good care of you as compensation.

Zhao Heng didn't know whether he believed it or not, but a faint smile appeared in his beautiful eyes. "So, Miss Wen has saved my life."

"You are so kind. Since you have already agreed to be my son-in-law, this favor has been written off."

"Son-in-law?" Zhao Heng frowned deeply.

So this isn't a story of beauty saving the hero and then marrying...

"Ah, I forgot Ah Heng has lost his memory." Wen Wan's face showed disappointment, "After I rescued you from the river that day, you said...you said...you said you would be responsible for me."

"But there are only my sister and I in my family. Now my father is seriously ill, and I am ready to find a son-in-law."

"You also said that since you have been expelled from the family, you are free from all ties, so what's the harm in marrying into the family?"

"Ten days ago, I informed the elders of the Wen family that our wedding would be held in five days—"

The young lady's eyes turned red, a faint mist appeared in her almond-shaped eyes, and her eyelashes trembled nervously.

It seems unwilling, humiliated, and fearful.

The sky will be bright.

A bleak glow of sunlight shone on the young lady's pale face.

"I know that most men wouldn't accept a live-in son-in-law. Although we had an agreement beforehand, since you've lost your memory, this marriage is untenable. If you don't agree, I won't force you."

Aunt Liu:?

Mother Chen:?
How can it not count?!
How can I not force it?!
Forced love doesn’t count as love, right?!

The young lady's voice was low and tearful, like a delicate flower wet in the wind and rain. "Young Master Zhao, let's just assume that we are not destined to be together. I will give an explanation to the clan elders."

Aunt Liu and Aunt Chen were so anxious that they were ready to find a rope to tie up the cooked duck.

This duck...can't fly...

"There are still five days until the wedding. How are you going to explain this to your family? Besides..." Zhao Heng frowned, "I didn't say I didn't want to marry into the family."

Wen Wan covered her face with a handkerchief to hide the slightly raised corners of her lips.

All men in the world love weak and delicate flowers.

Beautiful flowers.

He looks harmless, yet weak and vulnerable.

Aunt Liu finally couldn't help but ask, "Does the son-in-law agree to marry into the family?"

The term "son-in-law" comes easily to mind.

It sounded like it had been planned for a long time.

Zhao Heng clearly felt that the gazes of the three women in the room all fell on his face "at the same time".

Zhao Heng frowned slightly and sighed heavily, "This is a serious matter. Can you give me some time to think about it?"

Wen Wan held down the anxious Chen Ma, with a deliberate look of ease on her face.

The young lady's eyes were red, but her tone was very stubborn.

"Young Master Zhao, don't worry. Even if you and I... had physical contact, after all, only Aunt Chen was there at the time. Just pretend... it never happened. It's just that my chastity is at stake. Even if you and I aren't destined to be husband and wife, please keep it a secret. Otherwise... there will be no place for me, Wenwan, in this world."

(End of this chapter)