strictlysupreme Chapter 34 Traditional Well-Behaved Ladies 7
Chapter 34 Traditional Well-Behaved Ladies 7
Wen Zhao brushed aside the person supporting him and sneered, "You haven't cared about me all these years, but now you're putting on airs like a father!"
"You!" Wen Jingshan pointed his cane at Wen Zhao, as if he was about to strike him at any moment.
Wen Zhao stared straight at him without flinching, as if he were just waiting for him to strike so he could return to the Northwest.
Looking at that face that resembled his own when he was young, Wen Jingshan took a deep breath: "Go wash up. Look at what you look like now!"
This taste... how much did they drink?
Wen Zhao gave a mocking laugh, staggered upstairs, and said in a rather stiff tone as he passed by, "It's getting cold, I need to send some money to my mother to help her get through the winter."
Wen Jingshan was so angry that his hand holding the cane trembled: "She doesn't need your money to get through the winter!"
The money we gave her before was enough to ensure that old woman would never have to worry about getting through the winters for the rest of her life!
"Just tell me whether you'll give it to me or not!" Wen Zhao was now acting like a dutiful son, relentlessly demanding that Wen Jingshan give him gold coins.
Seeing his stubbornness, Wen Jingshan gritted his teeth and said after a long while, "I'll give her twenty more small yellow croakers, but you're not allowed to take any more!"
"Okay!" Wen Zhao agreed with unusual decisiveness this time.
I don't care if they change their minds later, I'll just agree now.
Moreover, the money had been handed over to the organization the moment it reached her hands, turning into rolls of gauze and packets of medicine.
Providing medicine and money to the soldiers on the front lines—that's the role Wen Jingshan, this traitor, plays now.
Seeing how readily he agreed, Wen Jingshan understood his ulterior motives perfectly.
He harbored deep resentment and vowed to win back his son's heart from his mother's side.
He had much more than that old woman.
Money, beautiful women, and power—any one of these is enough to corrupt a young man who is not yet twenty.
He'll wait another two years, until this kid can't even remember his mother's last name.
"Master." The guard rushed in from outside, lifting his robe, and said in a low voice, "Something has happened at the Ling family's place."
This morning, Wen Jingshan sent people to investigate Ling Yi's matter, and now she has just returned.
Wen Jingshan, who had just finished arguing with his son, was about to kick him out when he noticed that the person's steps on the stairs seemed to suddenly slow down.
He stroked the dragon head on his cane, a smile playing on his lips, and slowly asked, "What happened to the Ling family?"
Hearing his suddenly louder voice and glancing at the young master who had stopped halfway, the butler understood what was going on.
He suddenly lowered his voice and whispered to Wen Jingshan in a voice that only the two of them could hear.
Wen Jingshan wasn't listening very attentively, his eyes constantly glancing in Wen Zhao's direction. Seeing that Wen Zhao's hand gripping the armrest had turned white, he slowly raised his voice again: "What? You said that Ling Yi ran away from her wedding? And now she's nowhere to be found?"
The butler lowered his head and said only softly, "Yes."
Wen Jingshan glanced meaningfully at the sky outside the window: "In this weather, a weak woman alone out there must suffer countless grievances."
Wen Zhao gripped the stair railing tighter, while Wen Jingshan's smile deepened: "Besides, Shanghai hasn't been very peaceful these days. If a beautiful woman were to run into some gangsters or those unscrupulous patrolmen, the consequences..."
Thumb thump thump thump...
Suddenly, hurried footsteps came from the wooden stairs. Wen Jingshan turned around and saw Wen Zhao standing behind him with his lips pursed, looking at him stubbornly.
"You haven't gone upstairs yet?" he asked in surprise.
Wen Zhao pursed his lips, and after a long while, he spoke: "Could you help me find her?"
Although the tone wasn't the best, it was still one of the best I'd heard during my time at home.
At this moment, even though Wen Jingshan was still dissatisfied with Ling Yi's age and status, he couldn't help but feel a little fondness for her.
As long as he has this woman in his grasp, can Wen Zhao really ascend to heaven?
He could beg for favors so easily after just one meeting; he hadn't even realized his son was such a romantic.
"Since my son has asked me for help, I will naturally help him." He emphasized the word "father," and looked at Wen Zhao's awkward expression with satisfaction, then let him go to rest in a good mood.
This time, Wen Zhao's departure had a hint of fleeing.
Once he closed his bedroom door, his expression turned indifferent.
He unbuttoned his clothes, which smelled strange, and stepped into the bathtub that had been filled with water. He then submerged his face in the water.
Ling Yi is openly doing things that are inconsistent with her status. Isn't she afraid of being exposed?
It's important to understand that the biggest danger in undercover work is that it's unreasonable.
The fact that a traditional woman who rarely leaves her home suddenly runs away from her arranged marriage is the most illogical thing in the world.
What does she want to do?
Wen Zhao was extremely wary of Ling Yi, who suddenly appeared next to the token, so he went along with Wen Jingshan's wishes and gave him a handle to use against him under the pretext of having designs on him.
Given his personality, how could he possibly develop feelings of admiration for someone he only met once?
Even if that person is mysterious and unpredictable, the only emotions he can feel are wariness and curiosity.
After a long while, Wen Zhao suddenly raised his head from the water, took a deep breath of fresh air, and a faint smile appeared on his lips.
If Wen Jingshan wants to use Ling Yi to control me, then that would be perfect.
This presents a natural opportunity to observe her closely, which we should definitely seize.
Who knows, we might even gather some unexpected intelligence.
While the father and son were scheming against each other, Ling Yi was already enjoying life in her new home.
Thanks to Zhang Er, she enjoys the best of everything.
As the sun set, the cottage was tidied up, and Lingyi ate her first meal of the day in this house that belonged only to her.
As we all know, as long as humans don't have any sudden inspirations while cooking and simply follow the recipe, they won't make anything strange.
For the first time in her life, Ling Yi successfully cooked herself a delicious three-dish meal and a soup, relying on her ability to weigh ingredients precisely down to the gram.
The wood-burning stove wasn't working well, and it blackened her face.
Wiping her somewhat disheveled face, Ling Yi enjoyed her meal and began to make plans for the future.
It's impossible to live off one's savings forever. Although she stepped out of that small world, the original owner's wishes did not disappear.
Clearly, what the original owner wanted to see was not just a simple sky, and Ling Yi would not allow herself to drift along in this chaotic world.
She wanted to do something for the children picked up by roadside corpse collectors, and for this broken land.
Picking up a pastry from an old newspaper, Ling Yi noticed the oil-stained section and saw an appeal for supplies and medicine to be sent to the front lines. A thought struck her.
As is well known, sulfonamides had just been launched at this time and were still rarely heard of in China.
As for penicillin, which has dominated the antibiotic market for decades, it is still only in the laboratory stage and will not be mass-produced for another two years.