Quick Transmigration: Help! What to do when my husband is obsessed with love?

Chapter 67 Traditional Well-Behaved Ladies 41

"Hurry up and pack your things, I've booked ferry tickets to Hong Kong Island, we're leaving tonight!"

After Wen Jingshan finished speaking, he noticed that the couple hadn't moved at all, so he raised an eyebrow and said, "What are you standing there for? Get moving!"

"What are you going to Hong Kong Island for?" Wen Zhao pressed Ling Yi's shoulder and made her sit on the sofa, gesturing for his comrades to help him tidy up the room.

All the antiques in this room will become exhibits in a future museum; Wen Zhao will not keep a single one.

"Of course... Who are they?" Wen Jingshan narrowed his eyes as he looked at the strangers who had suddenly barged in.

Wen Zhao knew everyone around him except those from Japan. Where did these guys come from?

Wen Zhao curled his lips and said as if watching a show, "They... are from my hometown."

Wen Jingshan was taken aback at first, then his face paled in shock: "You... are one of their people?"

The hard muzzle against the back of his head made him swallow all his words. Wen Zhao waved his hand: "Lock him up and take him back with you."

"Yes."

After a pause, Wen Zhao continued, "Leave enough money for his family's travel expenses, and confiscate all other money."

Wen Jingshan's eyes widened suddenly, and he struggled violently: "You unfilial son, you unfilial son!"

He has poured his heart and soul into this unfilial son all these years, how could he dare to do that?

“What is taken from the people should be used for the people,” Wen Zhao said coldly, looking at his blood-related father. “The wealth you have plundered from the people should be returned to them.”

"As for your traitorous behavior, the law will judge you."

Five years have passed. Does he have any feelings for Wen Jingshan?

No, not even a fraction.

Wen Zhao felt neither affection for a father who nearly starved him and his mother to death, nor for a traitor who groveled before the enemy and exploited his own people.

"Take it down."

Under the gun, Wen Jingshan knew his cause was lost. He stared at Wen Zhao with his old, sinister eyes and said, "Unfilial descendant, your ancestors are watching you from heaven!"

"If our ancestors are watching, those who forget their roots are the ones who deserve the most punishment." A comrade forcefully pulled Wen Jingshan out, interrupting him unhappily.

How dare this traitor mention his ancestors?

His ancestors didn't jump out of their ancestral tablets; it was materialism that saved him.

"I'll go organize the safe. You keep an eye on this place." Amidst the chaos, Wen Zhao patted Ling Yi's shoulder and got up to go upstairs.

The safe contained Ling Yi's research materials from over the years, as well as some important information, which he intended to take back with him.

"Madam... there's someone at the door who wants to see you." A trembling voice rang out as Ling Yi rolled up her sleeves to pack the antiques.

It's Sister Hong.

The moment Wen Zhao revealed his identity, Sister Hong began to tremble.

Over the years, she had reported countless things about the couple to the Japanese. Would they kill her?

Newspapers say these people kill without blinking an eye, but people who have fled to Shanghai say that these people not only don't kill indiscriminately, but also help their fellow villagers farm and don't rob.

Sister Hong didn't know which words were true, but now that she was at the mercy of the authorities, she hoped it was the latter.

Ling Yi carefully placed a white jade bottle into the box and asked, "Who is it?"

"He said... he said he was an old friend of yours, surnamed Yu."

At?

Could it be Yu Zhengyang?

Pulling this utterly unfamiliar person out of her memory, dusting it off, Ling Yi found it all rather amusing.

What a wonderful day this is! Why are all sorts of demons and monsters coming to visit?

"Let him in." Ling Yi stuffed the gaps in the box with soft cloth and cotton, then began nailing it in with a clang.

This is the scene that Yu Zhengyang saw when he came in.

With just a slight flick of her slender wrist, she could drive a nail the length of a finger into a wooden box; even he didn't have that kind of arm strength.

No, her wrists don't look particularly thin.

It was slender, yet it concealed thin muscles, only appearing delicate against the backdrop of the emerald green bracelet.

"Is something the matter?" Ling Yi moved the box aside and continued working.

Yu Zhengyang suddenly came to his senses and stammered, "You and I have been together since we were little..."

"Let's get down to business." Ling Yi interrupted his rambling, frowning. "Otherwise, don't disturb my work."

A hint of embarrassment and annoyance flashed in Yu Zhengyang's eyes, and he then said, "I wonder if Madam Wen can get a boat ticket to Hong Kong? I want to go there."

If tickets weren't so hard to come by these days, someone as insignificant as him wouldn't be able to buy one at all, so why would he have come to beg Ling Yi for help?

"Why go to Hong Kong? Isn't Shanghai good enough?" Ling Yi placed a soft cloth at the bottom of the trunk and said lightly, "A respectable job, a loving wife and children, and strict but kind parents are all here. It's not good for you to leave your hometown."

Yu Zhengyang gritted his teeth and said in a low voice, "My past job was not respectable. I was afraid that people over there would investigate, and I was also afraid of implicating my family."

Looking at the chaotic scene, he said meaningfully, "Madam Wen should understand my situation very well."

Over the years, he has been praising the Japanese and advocating their aggressive policies towards the country in newspapers every day. He has long been a die-hard traitor who cannot turn back.

Even a fool could tell that after the Japanese abandoned Shanghai, their fate would not be good.

Before coming to Lingyi, he had already gone to see the Japanese.

Logically speaking, since he has done so much for the Japanese, he should at least be given a ticket to Japan.

But when he arrived at the editor-in-chief's house, he discovered that the Japanese soldier had run away at some point, and the house was deserted, with only the drafty wind mocking his naiveté.

The Japanese are too busy taking care of themselves to have time to worry about him.

Yu Zhengyang just couldn't understand how a powerful industrialized country could lose, and how a peasant from this land, where some people still wear queues, could win!

Even if he didn't understand, he still had to consider his future, so after much deliberation, he came to find Ling Yi.

Putting aside the matter of the marriage contract, just based on their childhood friendship, Lingyi should help him out and get him a boat ticket.

"Your situation?" Ling Yi placed a small bronze tripod with inscriptions into the box, covered it with a soft cloth, and then hammered nails into it.

After hammering in the nails, she pushed the box aside and finally turned to look at Yu Zhengyang: "What's your situation?"

"Is it better to be a dog who can't be a dog and is abandoned by his master, or to betray one's country and not be able to flee in panic?"

"You!" Yu Zhengyang blushed as he was teased.

At this moment, he also realized that this heartless woman had never intended to give him a boat ticket.

Indeed, this unfilial daughter doesn't even care about her father!

Over the years, Wen Zhao had been a powerful figure in Shanghai, but Ling Zhengtai, as his father-in-law, had not benefited at all. His cloth shop had long been swallowed up, and he had slunk back to his hometown of Mingzhou with his family.

He shouldn't expect such a heartless woman to have even a shred of kindness!