Wanjin Lady

Chapter 60 Heart-to-heart talk under the moonlight
Master Ma's tone was a bit bitter. "Oh, every time I go to Bozhou, I have to hear the story of Wenquxing. Who in our winemaking business doesn't know the name of Mr. Cheng Silang? If I were to ask you, with such a capable son, why would Madam Yuan still be involved in business? Isn't it better to stay at home and enjoy a peaceful life as an old lady?"

pass.

Wen Wan put all the clues together, and the fog in her mind suddenly dissipated, and everything became clear.

Shi Jinquan, who ran away with the account book, Zhu the shopkeeper who suddenly became a fence-sitter, and the creditors who attacked at the wedding banquet that day—

It's over. This wave is coming for her.

International oligarchs are heading towards acquiring small businesses in towns and villages, and their methods are very primitive and brutal.

That's what happened.

Anyway, I can’t lie down anymore.

Wen Wan slowly sorted out her thoughts in the carriage on the way back.

If all else fails, she will kneel down and beg for mercy, offer her property, and return to her hometown where she still has dozens of acres of fertile land and can live a worry-free life.

But this is too cowardly.

It doesn't matter if her knees are weak, but you can't ask Old Man Wen to kneel down to this powerful dragon, right?

Or...a few symbolic resistances?

Do it?

But, how to do it?
Wen Wan's mind was full of thoughts on how to do it, and the more she thought about it, the more excited she became. When she got off the carriage at the Wen family residence, her face was flushed and she was rubbing her hands together with eagerness to get started.

Chen Ma and Lu Ping were whispering behind her, "What's wrong with the girl? She was so sad before she came back, but now her eyes are as red as a wolf that's been hungry for two days?"

"She must be hungry, right?" Lu Ping said confidently as she began to roll up her sleeves. "I have to go make a midnight snack for the girl."

Mother Chen: Are you feeding the pigs here?

Don’t think that Aunt Chen didn’t see it. Lu Ping took out food from her sleeve pouch anytime and anywhere, a handful of melon seeds, a hot pancake, a piece of pastry, and then the master and servant hid in the corner and ate quietly alone!
No wonder the girl has become fatter in the past few days!
They entered without any obstruction. The Wen family's yellow paper lanterns hung high, illuminating the garden's white, fragrant gardenias. Inside the courtyard, Zhao Heng was supporting Old Man Wen as he walked along the pebbled path. Both men smiled upon seeing her, and Old Man Wen beckoned her closer, "I heard your clearance was quite successful today?"

Wen Wan smiled, "Didn't Dad go to the tavern this afternoon? Since you're here, why don't you go in and say hello to the guys?"

Father Wen waved his hand, "Since you've said that you'll slowly hand over the business matters to you, why should I worry about it? Right now, your father is resting up and waiting to have a grandson."

Wen Wan didn't mention Aunt Liu. She just noticed that Old Man Wen and Zhao Heng looked a little strange. Just as she was about to ask, Old Man Wen had already put on his shoes and socks swiftly. "You've been tired all day, too. Go to bed early."

Old Man Wen was so patient that he didn't even ask about the tavern's revenue.

"You successfully liquidated your warehouse today. Don't worry about the debt with the money you've received. You should quickly purchase corn and rice to revitalize the winery. You're young and don't understand the difference, so I'll go with you when the time comes."

Wen Wan thought about it and agreed. She might be able to manage business, but she really didn't understand the technical aspects.

"Dad is very experienced. With your support, I will be more confident in revitalizing the winery."

Father Wen sneered, "Stop flattering me."

But his face showed satisfaction and complacency.

After Father Wen returned to his room, Wen Wan took Zhao Heng's hand and the two of them walked slowly towards the courtyard. Wen Wan couldn't help but approach the man, "What did Father say to you?"

"My wife, do you have a dog's nose? How do you know everything?" Zhao Heng smiled and scratched her nose, then whispered, "Dad discussed with me today... that I change my surname to Wen. He also asked a fortune teller to tell me that I lack water in my destiny. Changing my name to Xianjiang will ensure a life of prosperity and wealth."

Wenwan paused.

In ancient times, there were also class distinctions between sons-in-law. The best class was to marry into the wife's family and have children take the woman's surname; the lowest class was to take the wife's surname, and their status was like that of a concubine or a slave, and their wives could beat, scold, and cry at will.

However, any man who married into the family and was a son-in-law held a low social status in the Great Chen Dynasty, serving as a border guard for the court. The soldier casualty log was invariably filled with men who had married into the family and were married into the family, yet they never received any honors or rewards. And to make matters worse, Old Man Wen had secretly urged Zhao Heng to change his wife's surname again!

She already felt guilty for having coaxed and tricked Zhao Heng into becoming her live-in son-in-law. Then, thinking about the future when she became pregnant and leaving Zhao Heng, a man who had changed his surname and had to face the rumors, she felt even more ashamed.

"I'm going to tell my father to give up this idea right now!"

Wen Wan turned around and was about to go find Old Man Wen, but was stopped by Zhao Heng.

Zhao Heng was very tall, at least over 1.8 meters. When he stood in the corridor, his hair crown almost touched the curtain.

The moonlight was very bright tonight, and the silver light fell on his shoulders and on his silver half mask. Wen Wan could only see the man's deep, dark eyes.

He asked her in a low voice: "No matter when or where, my lady, do you believe that I will not harm you or covet the Wen family's property?"

Wen Wan was slightly stunned.

What does it matter whether you believe it or not?

She had never intended to keep him long.

She didn't need to spend time caring about what kind of person Zhao Heng was.

She hesitated for a moment, then her eyes flickered, becoming more sincere. "I know exactly what kind of person my husband is. I believe he would never do anything that would harm the interests of the Wen family."

Zhao Heng's breathing became irregular for a few breaths, and then he smiled contentedly, "My lady, trust me, that's enough."

Wen Wan couldn't hide her shock, "Are you seriously considering changing your surname to Wen?"

For the people of the Great Chen Dynasty, marrying into a woman's family was already a great disgrace. And what about a man who took his wife's surname? His status was equivalent to that of a household slave. Was Zhao Heng going to hand over his entire fortune to her?
Wen Wan really couldn't understand why someone would give up his weakness so easily.

"How many famous people in history have led eventful lives, yet only a few words are written about them in history books. I don't seek to be remembered in history, nor do I seek to be worshipped after my death. So why should I care about material things?"

"Wealth is something external to the body, and so is a surname?"

"Same. Wealth, fame, and status are all shackles imposed on the mortal body."

"But you and I are both mortals. Without shackles, wouldn't we be free from all worries, like a ghost between heaven and earth?"

"Ghosts? I don't believe in Buddhism. I believe... that death is like the extinguishing of a candle. Death is extinction. There is no cycle of reincarnation, no paradise, no karma. So-called incense offerings are nothing more than self-consolation for the living, or to deceive and intimidate other living beings, so that mortals will abide by worldly rules and act with restraint."

Wen Wan opened her mouth slightly.

She didn't expect that in a feudal dynasty in a different time and space, she would meet a staunch materialist.

Zhao Heng actually saw through the idea that all the rules in the world are simply to serve the ruling class.

Was he...really a bodyguard before?
"Besides," the man said, his arrogance barely concealed between his brows, "since the Zhao family has never treated me well, then if I give up this body and family name and become someone else's son, wouldn't that be a satisfying revenge?"

it is good.

well.

Zhao Heng was not only a materialistic fighter, but also possessed the boldness of Confucius who believed that "even a grudge of ten generations can be avenged."

Zhao Heng has virtues.

Don't bear grudges. If there is a grudge, it will be avenged immediately.

Possessing both virtue and martial virtue.

But the problem is...Zhao Heng's identity was all made up by her!
(End of this chapter)