Wanjin Lady

Chapter 44 Four Happiness Meatballs
Wen Wan stuffed the account book into Mei Qing's hand and said, "This is the account book for Anyang County. The accounts for the other counties will be delivered tomorrow and the day after tomorrow. Don't leave the study for the next few days. I will tell others that you are temporarily staying at the Wen family, and I will not let the servants disturb you. Just focus on organizing the account books."

Mei Qing respectfully took the account book and began to look through it.

It was obvious that this account book had been in Wen Wan's hands for a long time, and the edges were curled up, with messy marks on it.

Wen Wan knocked on the table. "This is an urgent job. How long will it take you?"

Mei Qing took a quick look and said, "If it's all recorded in Anyang County's disorganized way, it will take me seven or eight days."

Seven or eight days?
Wen Wan knew that if Mei Qing wanted to collect the account books of several counties in seven or eight days, he would probably have to work around the clock without eating or drinking.

This young lady looks gentle and kind, but she is not only tenacious, but also has a lot of blood.

Wen Wan patted her shoulder and said, "Don't tire yourself out."

Mei Qing smiled sincerely, "I'm not afraid of being tired. Madam Wen dares to use me, so I can't let Madam Wen down."

After saying this, Mei Qing's face darkened again, and he clenched the corner of the account book tightly with his fingers. "There's something... I want to make clear to Madam Wen in advance..."

Wen Wan smiled and stopped him, "If you can show me your value, I won't care about your personal affairs. Of course, if you can show me the great value in you, I might even do whatever it takes to keep you by my side and work for me."

Mei Qing was startled for a moment, then understood. She nodded heavily, "Madam Wen, I understand. I will become a useful bargaining chip in your hand."

When Wen Wan left, she saw Mei Qing bending over and sorting out the account books under the windowsill.

It seems that Mei Qing is preparing to work all night long.

On the way back to her room, Wen Wan met Old Man Wen who was walking slowly along the courtyard to digest his food. Nothing that happened in the courtyard escaped Old Man Wen's eyes. Wen Weiming knew very well about Wen Wan's arrangement with Mei Qing.

"I heard from Lu Ping that Miss Mei was abandoned by her in-laws and ended up living in Ping County? Her husband's family is from the next county, the An Juren?"

Old Man Wen took off his shoes and walked back and forth barefoot on the gravel road until his body was slightly sweating.

Wen Wan stood in the corridor and replied to the chairman, "Yes."

Wen Weiming glanced at her and saw the woman standing there, wearing a wide robe with a double-breasted collar. Her hair, which was once loose as a girl's, was now all tied up and combed into a woman's hairstyle.

Perhaps because he was married, his eyes were more resolute than before, and he even had the courage of a newborn calf that is not afraid of a tiger.

In the past, Wen Weiming was only afraid that his two daughters would be bullied by the tribe members after a hundred years.

But now I see that my daughter has grown up, and her once tender shoulders can now bear heavy responsibilities.

Wen Weiming knew his daughter's intention to keep Mei Qing. "In Ping County... no family has ever hired a female accountant. Furthermore, her husband's family is only one step away from becoming a Jinshi. Who knows, they might one day reach the pinnacle of officialdom. Outsiders may think our Wen family is a nest of wealth and luxury, but we should abide by our duties as merchants and remember that the people should not fight against the government."

Wen Wan smiled calmly, "Father, you worry too much. Madam Mei and her young son are pitiful and have nowhere to go. I'm letting them stay for ten days or half a month. It's a kind act."

Father Wen felt relieved now and waved her away, "It's good that you know what's going on. Go see your husband and don't bother me."

Oh, my lord.

After a busy day, she almost forgot about her new husband.

When Wen Wan returned to her room, Zhao Heng was sitting in her favorite toffee chair. He had not taken off his mask and was holding a book in his hand. There was a small stove on the table in front of him. The fire in the stove was burning brightly, emitting bursts of white smoke.

It smells good.

Wen Wan smiled and stepped into the room, "What are you doing? Why does it smell so good?"

Zhao Heng stood up, put down the book, skillfully used tongs to stir the charcoal fire, then took down the small stove, and pulled her hand to sit down. "Didn't you say you wanted to eat Four Happiness Meatballs? I heard you went to the study when you came back, so I brought them out to heat up for you, thinking you could eat them while they were still warm when you got back." A fist-sized meatball was placed in a small white porcelain bowl, fried until crispy on the outside, with a layer of charred bits, and garnished with a few scallions. Wen Wan leaned closer to smell it, and her fatigue instantly vanished.

Zhao Heng wrapped the bowl in a towel and placed it in front of her, looking at her with a smile: "I made it according to the "Zhong Kui Lu". You should try it first. It shouldn't be bad."

Wen Wan caught a glimpse of the blisters on his hand from the corner of her eye and quickly grabbed his hand and asked, "How did your hand get hurt?"

"No problem. I was inexperienced and got burned by the oil. I've already taken care of it."

Wen Wan was a little annoyed.

Zhao Heng, after all, possessed a skilled courier skill, and perhaps, due to his wealthy family, he had never personally cooked a soup. This unsophisticated young man, married only two days after marrying, had already developed two blisters on his hands, all because of her gentle demeanor.

Damn her.

The young lady frowned, grabbed his hand, and looked at him carefully under the light.

"Don't go into the kitchen anymore. Just let the servants do these things. I'd be heartbroken if you burned your hand."

Zhao Heng pinched her cheek with his other hand. "How could you be so delicate? My lady, you should know that I have many scars on my body. This little injury... is nothing."

"That's right. Your cruel mother and brother are nothing!" Wen Wan brainwashed Zhao Heng about his life experience again. Then she saw the book he had left on the table. It was the one she had read, "The Exploitation of the Works of Nature." She picked it up and took a look. "Does my husband like this book too?"

Zhao Heng stretched out his arms and held her in his arms.

Wen Wan sat on the man's thick thighs, her back pressed against his solid and hot chest, and for a moment even her back was stiff.

Although they had been intimate last night, Zhao Heng and Wen Wan were merely one-night stands. This overly ambiguous sitting posture made her feel as if an electric current ran through her skin, and her hair stood on end.

As if sensing her nervousness, the man chuckled against the back of her neck, and gently stroked her back with his hot big hands to ease her tension.

His young lady usually looks straightforward and talks a lot of sweet words. He thought she wouldn't be shy.

I didn't expect it to be made of paper.

If Wen Wan knew what he was thinking, she would definitely refute it.

She was just not used to being touched by strange men.

Zhao Heng held her waist with one hand and placed the other hand on the book. "I saw you reading this book a few days ago. I was curious, so I took it and took a look to kill time."

“Do you have any experience to share?”

"My experience is..." Zhao Heng chuckled softly, pointing to her red-ink annotations on the book. "My wife's handwriting... is like earthworms moving."

Gentle and angry.

She just doesn't know how to use a brush!

What's wrong with her pen calligraphy?
The young lady glared in his arms, "Have you ever seen such a beautiful earthworm?"

"It's okay," Zhao Heng sealed the kiss with a kiss, his hot breath flowing down her snow-white neck, "I like you no matter what you look like, my lady."

The book in Wen Wan's hand fell to the ground with a clang.

The evening breeze blows and the pages of the book flutter.

(End of this chapter)