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

Chapter 49 Traditional Well-Behaved Ladies 23

Wen Jingshan rolled his eyes, speechless at Nakamura's retort, thinking to himself that the Japanese were quite nosy.

But the Japanese devil was practically his father, so he could only force a laugh and say, "This...this..."

He couldn't come up with a reason for a long time, but fortunately his good son woke up in time, so he didn't have to continue racking his brains to make up lies.

Wen Zhao opened his eyes in a daze, and what he saw was a small face with tears streaming down her face.

"Yi Yi." His voice was hesitant, and he subconsciously wanted to wipe away her tears, but his face turned pale the moment he did so.

Ling Yi quickly pressed him down: "You're seriously injured, don't move."

Her voice choked with emotion: "I almost didn't get to see you again."

Wen Zhao stared unblinkingly at his new wife, his voice weak: "I thought I was going to die too, thank God..."

"Cough cough cough!" Wen Jingshan coughed heavily several times, interrupting the two of them from their sweet talk.

These two clueless juniors, didn't they see that Mr. Nakamura is waiting here?

What makes him waste his time watching you two being so lovey-dovey?

Ling Yi withdrew her hand from Wen Zhao's skin the moment she heard the sound, and she shrank awkwardly by the bed like a ripe persimmon, at a loss for what to do.

The romantic movie abruptly ended, and Nakamura glared at Wen Jingshan with lingering resentment.

Disappointing.

He stepped forward, adopted a gentle demeanor, and solemnly bowed slightly to Wen Zhao: "Thank you, Wen Jun. Without you, I might have died."

Wen Zhao took a few weak breaths and forced a smile, saying, "I consider Nakamura-kun a friend, so how could I just stand by and watch you die?"

"If Mr. Nakamura were to express his gratitude again, it would only tarnish our friendship."

Nakamura was very satisfied with Wen Zhao's attitude; he did not try to take advantage of the situation or ask for anything in return.

This is the right attitude to have as a friend!

Look at that cunning old fox with his eyes darting around; he can't do that!

As expected, young Chinese people are easy to fool. As long as you give them some benefits, they will be loyal to you like dogs.

Ueno-kun truly lives up to his reputation as a China expert!

Just as he was inwardly praising Ueno for finding him a good dog, the ward door was pushed open, and a Special Higher Police agent barged in. He glanced at the three Chinese men and whispered a few words in Nakamura's ear.

In an instant, the smile on Nakamura's face vanished, and he abruptly turned to look at the cheerful Wen Jingshan.

"Mr. Nakamura?" Wen Jingshan was startled by that look and asked, bewildered, "What's this?"

"Zhang Jun is dead?" Nakamura stared intently at Wen Jingshan for a long time before uttering these words.

On the hospital bed, Ling Yi gently stroked Wen Zhao's temples, her expression a mixture of fear and affection, as if nothing in the outside world could attract her attention.

Occasionally, when their eyes meet, the two of them will exchange a sweet smile.

Wen Jingshan, on the other hand, thought for a long time before he figured out who Zhang Jun was.

Why would Nakamura bring up a driver?

"Old Zhang?" he asked, puzzled. "Yeah, what's wrong?"

In this disaster, countless high-ranking officials died. How could he have time to care about the death of a driver?

Nakamura, seeing his bewildered state, wished he could end him with a bullet.

The Empire's best agent died mysteriously at a time when he shouldn't have.

And the person who implicated him still looked so innocent.

His anger flared even more, and he sneered repeatedly: "Very well, very well, a driver is dead, so what!"

After saying that, he slammed the door shut and left.

That little devil!

The second time, Wen Jingshan swore at his godfather, who was not related to him by blood.

Anger made his head buzz, but when he came to his senses, a chill ran from his heels to the tips of his hair.

Why would Nakamura pay such close attention to a driver? Because he's one of his men, of course!

The thought of having Japanese spies watching him at all times, and possibly receiving orders to be killed on the spot for betraying the new government, made Wen Jingshan's legs tremble.

Fortunately, he was loyal to the new government and never thought of anything else, otherwise he would really be dead!

Damn it, Old Zhang!

He was filled with resentment, but dared not show it.

Are you dissatisfied with the spies your master has placed around you? Do you want to rebel?

Wen Jingshan didn't want to test the Japanese people's tolerance for him, so he could only swallow his anger.

Seeing his face change as if a dye shop had been opened, Wen Zhao couldn't help but purse his lips slightly: "Dad, Uncle Zhang is gone?"

Wen Jingshan nodded listlessly, not wanting to mention Old Zhang again.

His mind was racing, trying to figure out if there were any spies sent by the Japanese around him.

"What a pity." The instigator sighed and said compassionately, "Could you please send ten small yellow croakers to his house as a funeral gift?"

Wen Jingshan was taken aback, and reluctantly said, "Don't you hate him the most? Why are you giving him extra money?"

After learning that Lao Zhang had betrayed him, Wen Jingshan wished he could scatter his ashes, but he couldn't do anything because of the face of the Japanese, and had to send him off in a dignified manner.

This was already frustrating enough for him, but now his son wants to give him extra money. How can that be allowed?

Ignoring his frustration, Wen Zhao said like a fool, "I hated him because you sent him to spy on me. Now that he's gone, why should I still hate him?"

"Giving him more money will make his widow's life easier; consider it a reward for his loyalty to you over the years."

"You've got a good thought!" Wen Jingshan glanced at the Japanese soldiers outside the door and grinned through his teeth.

That stupid son!

It's infuriating to be sold out and still have to pay the seller!

"You should focus on getting better. I need to go and handle Old Zhang's funeral first!" He glared at Ling Yi, who was standing by the bedside trying to comfort her husband, and then turned and left.

After everyone left, Lingyi finally spoke timidly: "Does Dad not like me? He didn't even talk to me."

Wen Zhao glanced through the crack in the door, suppressing a laugh as he reassured Ling Yi, "Don't worry about him, it's enough that I like you."

like.

A single sentence uttered for the sake of acting made Wen Zhao's heart skip a beat the moment it was spoken.

He lowered his eyes to hide his thoughts, letting Ling Yi gently stroke his bandaged wound, feeling that the area was so hot it was almost burning.

The emotions hidden deep in his heart, after surviving countless near-death experiences, finally grew strong enough for him to no longer ignore them.

He really, really liked her.

I like her mystery, I like her intelligence, I like her wickedness.

I admire her unbridled arrogance even now.

A kiss suddenly landed on his shoulder, and Wen Zhao stared at Ling Yi as if struck by lightning.

But all I could see were her trembling eyelashes.

"Don't get hurt again." Ling Yi's voice was like a murmur, without the fragility she displayed when acting.

The faint voice sounded like pity, like lingering fear, and like a deafening command and threat.

It was as if if he were to get injured again, he would face punishment from the owner of that kiss.