Wanjin Lady

Chapter 448 Punishment
Another sleepless night.

Wei Zheng had a headache. Even though it wasn't raining, the wound on his shoulder still ached, and his chest and lungs also hurt. Ever since he found out that he was the unlucky son-in-law of the Wen family, he had been plagued by a sense of resentment in his heart.

He sat up. There was no light in the room and it was pitch black.

He covered his shoulder with his hands. The wound had torn open countless times, and Dr. Zeng had been anxious countless times, but he didn't care.

It seemed that only this pain could remind him of his humiliating past.

He supported his head with one hand, and when he turned his head, he saw the bamboo dragonfly on the table.

The black one was taken back to Ping County by An Zhongrong.

The red one had its wings broken by Wen Jing again.

The man's eyes darkened.

Not only him, but also the gifts he gave to the children were discarded by Wen Wan.

A surge of anger rushed to his head, and he couldn't sleep. He put on a coat, got out of bed, picked up the broken bamboo dragonfly on the table, walked to the backyard under the moonlight, and came to the room of the two little ones.

Aunt Chen and the wet nurse slept on the small couch, and the two children slept in the rocking cot, without making any sound.

Wei Zheng tiptoed into the cradle and as soon as he got closer he saw Zhao Zhao sleeping with her arms and legs spread out, drooling. He didn't know what the little girl was dreaming about, but there was a smile on her lips.

Wei Zheng's heart suddenly calmed down.

He became a father.

He has two children.

He is no longer a wandering ghost in this life.

Wei Zheng suddenly felt a surge of fear in his heart. If he had known about the existence of Zhao Zhao and Hun Ge'er, he would never have followed Liu Guizhou to the bunker.

He would cherish his own life more so as to provide shelter for his two children.

He couldn't help but bend down, his eyes seemed to be filled with honey, and he gently kissed Zhao Zhao's face.

When I turned my head again, I was met with a pair of eyes that were rolling around.

The child's eyes were sparkling, emitting a faint glow even in the dark night.

The father and son stared at each other.

Hun Ge'er seemed to recognize his old father. He started dancing around with joy and kept saying "Ah-woo, Ah-woo".

Wei Zheng frowned.

What's wrong with this kid?

Not sleeping late at night?
Still staring at you with two eyes——

Wei Zheng reached out a finger to touch Hun Ge'er's face, and Hun Ge'er bit him without hesitation. It wasn't heavy, just like the brush of a feather, and Wei Zheng's heart suddenly softened.

Even at that moment...

He forgave Wen Wan.

Wei Zheng's fingers were instantly covered with his son's saliva again.

This time, the old father didn't despise him. He rubbed his arm against his sleeve and lovingly patted his soft little face. "Can't you sleep either?"

What a filial son.

He actually has a close relationship with his father and son.

"Are you...thinking about her too?"

and also?
Wei Zheng himself was in a mess.

It is said that even a judge finds it difficult to judge family affairs, and it is rare for him to be unable to make a decision like this.

He pinched Hun'er's face again and murmured, suppressing the pain: "Don't think about her. A heartless woman like her is not worth it."

She could discard him.

Then he could abandon her.

When Mother Chen woke up and saw that Hun'er was not in the room, she felt like the sky had fallen!
Fortunately, the father and son were found in the study in a short while.

Hun'er was sleeping soundly in Wei Zheng's arms, but her son-in-law had dark circles under his eyes, a sullen face, and an aura of keeping strangers away. Aunt Chen sneered in her heart: You see, whoever takes care of the baby will become ugly!

Mother Chen took the child away carefully.

This time I didn't dare say a word.

The son-in-law's temperament... is quite different from before. He even called her a spoiled brat!

Humph, you ungrateful son-in-law!
Just as Aunt Chen was coaxing the child, she saw Zhao Heng suddenly walking towards her quickly. After the two of them whispered for a while, the son-in-law's face obviously changed, and then he hurried out the door.

Aunt Chen carried Hun'er back to her room and secretly reviewed what had happened in the past few days. If the son-in-law and the young lady continued to quarrel like this, and the two children could not see their mother, would they forget their own young lady in the long run?
Mother Chen decided to find a painter to paint a portrait of Wen Wan later. Whenever her brother-in-law was not around, she would secretly show the portrait of Wen Wan to the two children, so that they would remember what their mother looked like.

When Wei Zheng arrived at the prison, he saw Wen Wan curled up on the ground. She was wet all over, as if she had just been pulled out of the water, even her hair was dripping with water. There was a pool of blood on the ground, and he didn't know if it was Wen Wan's or someone else's, it was glaringly red.

She had just been tortured with cunning torture, and her ten fingers were purple and swollen. The joints of her thumbs protruded awkwardly like a piece of rotten radish. The hands that once could count and write were now curled up like chicken claws.

Her face was frighteningly pale, her lower lip was trembling, and she had bitten the skin open, leaving a bloody mess.

The look in her eyes as she looked at him... contained resentment!

This is... a severe torture!
Wei Zheng's eyes were bloodshot as he rushed into the prison, took off his cloak and wrapped Wen Wan around him, and brushed away a strand of wet hair from her forehead.

She was sweating a lot.

His forehead was also burning, as if it were a red-hot iron.

His clothes were soaked and water was dripping down.

This is... after being severely tortured, I was poured cold water...

Or maybe... waterboarding.

He knows better than anyone how to force prisoners to confess.

The young lady's eyes were filled with venom, her breath was weak, and she spoke word by word: "Master Wei...we...are even now——"

After saying that, he tilted his head and fell into complete coma.

Wei Zheng half-knelt, holding Wen Wan in his arms, and looked at the jailers kneeling in rows.

His voice was calm.

But there was a captivating cold light in the depths of his eyes.

"Who did it?"

The leading jailer looked panicked. "This... isn't this an order from above? They say to torture him severely and make sure to find out the real culprit behind Yuan Golang's murder..."

As soon as he met Wei Zheng's gaze, his explanation instantly turned into a plea for mercy, "Master Wei, spare my life! We are only following orders! It was Liu Ti Dian... Liu Ti Dian who urged us to close the case as soon as possible, requiring us to find out the real culprit by any means before nightfall—"

Zhao Heng quickly stopped Wei Zheng, "My Lord, treat Manager Wen's injuries first!"

Wei Zheng picked up Wen Wan horizontally. The wound on his shoulder split open due to the sudden pull, and blood seeped out.

The man's face was impassive, but his chest was heaving violently. "I'll give you half an hour. In half an hour, I want to know who's been causing this trouble."

Wei Zheng carried Wen Wan out of the prison and drove for half an hour before arriving at the Governor's Residence. Doctor Zeng was already waiting in the backyard with a medicine box. From a distance, he saw Wei Zheng approaching with a stern face holding a woman.

The woman's face was covered by a cloak, so her appearance could not be seen clearly, and the Marquis—

Doctor Zeng's heart skipped a beat.

The Marquis’ expression... looks like he wants to eat someone!

Doctor Zeng's eyes fell on Wei Zheng's bloody shoulder, and he thought that the bandage and medicine were in vain again!
"Don't worry about me! Look at the wound on her hand first!"

"Light up some braziers! The hotter the better!"

Wei Zheng laid Wen Wan on the bed and pulled off her cloak, revealing her hands. Doctor Zeng sighed repeatedly, "How could she be injured like this?! This is such a delicate young lady!"

Wen Wan was tortured with torture, and the knuckles of her ten fingers were bulging, deformed, and bruised. Even the slightest tremor made her frown and she let out a suppressed and dull mutter.

Wei Zheng sat at the head of the bed, her chest heaving, watching Dr. Zeng examine her ten fingers and then apply some medicine.

Ten fingers connected to the heart.

Wen Wan closed her eyes tightly, but her body slowly curled up like a shrimp. As soon as she applied the medicine on two fingers, she was sweating all over from the pain, and the back of her collar was sticky.

Wei Zheng leaned over to listen.

He only heard Wen Wan mumbling words like "figure" and "dog".

Wei Zheng felt extremely sad, and for some reason his mind recalled the words of compromise that his teacher had said.

original.

Hurt her a little.

It hurts him a lot.

So I had to compromise!