Wanjin Lady

Chapter 56 Cha Cha Lu Ping
"Is status really that important?" Wen Weiming looked disappointed. "When you first came into my house, I told you clearly that my wife for this life was only Jiaoniang, and I married you only to have children. You also promised yourself that you would never compete with Jiaoniang for status. We've been like this for the past ten years, so why are you trying to embarrass me now?"

Liu Yiyi stood there in a daze, her shoulders suddenly tensed, as if the strings of a puppet had suddenly broken, and then she deflated.

Yes.

She had promised herself at that time that she would never be jealous of her mother Wen Wan in this life.

He is just a dead person, how could Liu Yiyi lose the fight?

Wen Weiming prides himself on his deep love, but Liu Yiyi is convinced that most men are fickle. After a few years, who will remember his late wife?
But it happened.

She met a real infatuated man.

The vicious oath made in youth has now turned into unbearable consequences.

A wry smile spread across her face. "I was greedy."

Wen Weiming knew that he had said something wrong, but he was unwilling to give in and try to keep her. If he really took Liu Yiyi back in a sedan chair carried by eight people, how could he be worthy of Wen Wan's mother and Wen Wan?
Isn't it good that everything is just as before?

Liu Yiyi's heart ached, but she forced herself to keep a straight face. She just touched Wen Jing's head and said, "Be good and listen to your father and sister. Your aunt will come to see you when she has time."

Wen Jing raised her head and asked anxiously, "Auntie, aren't you going back with us?"

Liu Yiyi glanced at Wen Weiming, and then thought of the cold stares and rumors she had endured these days, as well as the earnest advice from her father and brothers. Her eyes gradually became firm, "No. Auntie also has things she wants to do."

"What does the aunt want to do?"

What do you want to do?
She hasn't figured it out yet.

But she was holding her breath and wanted to gamble the rest of her life.

She bet that they would be married for ten years, but Wen Weiming couldn't bear to leave her.

She glanced at Wen Weiming, said nothing, pursed her lower lip, and said, "Go back."

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Wen Wan was so busy that she had no time to rest, but was suddenly grabbed by Lu Ping.

The two of them crouched stealthily under the counter. Lu Ping took out a scallion pancake wrapped in a silk scarf and handed it to Wen Wan attentively, her eyes twinkling. "Miss, are you hungry? Everyone is busy today, and there's no one in the kitchen to cook. Take this pancake to fill your stomach first."

Wen Wan's eyes lit up.

Since traveling through time and having a healthy body, Wen Wan has paid special attention to the regularity of her three meals. When she was worried about being hungry, the girl Lu Ping brought her a fragrant and hot scallion pancake.

Wen Wan took a big bite and her mouth was full of oil.

Lu Ping's soft voice came from the side, "Girl, look at you, you are so hungry, and Aunt Chen didn't even notice."

Wen Wan almost choked on the pancake.

Good guy.

Chen Ma Zei, Hongmei Jing, Lu Ping...tea.

Looking at Lu Ping, whose eyes were full of expectation, Wen Wan glanced around and made sure that Chen Ma wasn't looking in her direction before she said with certainty, "I know. Of all the people, you're the only one who treats me the best."

Lu Ping smiled sincerely and added, "Girl, you know me. I don't mean to say anything bad about Aunt Chen."

"Yes, yes. I know you're not the kind of person who would compete for favor."

Chen Ma had eyes and ears on the back of her head, and she had long seen the two girls squatting under the counter and whispering. She was furious in her heart: This girl is an unfaithful person. She clearly said yesterday that she relied on Chen Ma the most!
Humph.

She just disdains these means of competing for favor.

As long as she doesn't die, these little hooves will be concubines!
"Shopkeeper Wen."

A slightly hoarse young man's voice, like the first snow falling on a bamboo forest, carried a chill and arrogance that made one's ears feel a bit cold. Wen Wan quickly stuffed a scallion pancake into her mouth, wiped her mouth, and then crawled out from under the counter. As soon as she looked up, she saw the man in front of her.

He wore a jade crown, his hair was tied up, his eyes were bright, his clothes were like the snow on the Cangshan Mountain, and his body was as clean as a willow leaf. He stood in front of the counter, the summer sun falling on him, and a layer of holy light seemed to shroud his thin shoulders.

Big handsome guy.

A cool, aloof, and handsome academic guy.

He was tall and thin, with a handsome face, and it was as if a breeze blew in from the bamboo forest in an instant.

Wen Wan's eyes lit up.

The handsome guy had a smile on his face, and his beautiful hands were gently placed on the table. Wen Wan couldn't ignore his slender and distinct knuckles.

"Shopkeeper Wen, long time no see."

Wen Wan frowned, "Have we... met before?"

Cheng Yunzhang smiled and said, "I have seen you, but you have never seen me."

If voice could be considered a meeting, then they had already met in the bookstore that day.

At a distance, Cheng Yunzhang only felt that the voice was familiar. When he got closer, Cheng Yunzhang was able to confirm that this shopkeeper Wen was the woman who had gone to his aunt's house to urinate that day.

Somehow, a faint smile appeared on Cheng Yunzhang's lips.

Wen Wan, however, had no suspicions. She was so busy in the winery that she paused only for a moment at the face of the person before her. Then, she smiled with all eight teeth, "Sir, would you like to buy some wine? We have a top-notch collection of old cellars. If you miss today, you'll have to wait another year!"

Cheng Yunzhang's eyes fell on her wine cabinet. In half an hour, the young lady had cleared out most of the Bifang wine.

As we all know, aged wine is not easy to sell. It is expensive, has a long shelf life, and has a small audience. Collectible old wine can only be sold slowly, and a few jars a year is already the limit.

"Four out of ten jars of gold wine win the prize, three out of ten jars of platinum wine win the prize, and two out of ten jars of white gold wine win the prize."

Wenwan blinked.

What's wrong with this handsome guy?

Come and be a repeater?
Cheng Yunzhang bowed and looked at Wen Wan with a meaningful look. "I'd like to ask, since Shopkeeper Wen is manipulating the prices, how can we ensure the winery's profitability?"

"Ah?" Wen Wan frowned, a hint of confusion on her face. "What do you mean by manipulating the market? What do you mean by raising the price?"

The man leaned forward slightly.

Wen Wan smelled a faint scent of pine incense on his clothes.

There was a kind of understanding and arrogance on his face, as if he was standing outside the rules, looking down at the people who were rushing to step into the winery and were being toyed around by the rules she set.

"Shopkeeper Wen, you set the price per bottle of aged wine, and you decide how many winners are in the lottery out of every ten jars. Perhaps you even know which jars will win... You know it all. I'm not here for any other reason, I'm just curious... How does Shopkeeper Wen calculate to ensure the winery doesn't lose money?"

Cheng Yunzhang was indeed very curious.

From the time he first arrived at the winery until now, he has spent half an hour using several methods, including counting sticks, worm-eaten arithmetic, and the Tianyuan method, but he has been unable to deduce the result.

The only thing he was sure of was that this calculating young lady in front of him would make a fortune from the Wen family's clearance sale.

Wen Wan smiled innocently, "I don't understand what you said, sir."

She raised her eyelids and pointed at the sign in front of the door. "Big discount, just praying for my father, not considering the revenue."

deny?
If these words were spoken by someone else, Cheng Yunzhang might believe that it was a coincidence.

But Cheng Yunzhang refused to believe that Shopkeeper Wen hated himself for not being a man and had to pee in front of other people's doors.

(End of this chapter)