Honey, you didn't really drugged me, did you?-Chapter 281 - 130 Chen Jie: Madam, Please Respect Yourself!_2

Chapter 281: Chapter 130 Chen Jie: Madam, Please Respect Yourself!_2

Chen Jie had a hint of surprise, but still smiled and said, “Yes, I will definitely come.”

But in his heart, he didn’t take it seriously; the lady was probably just joking. She couldn’t really be looking for him.

At this moment, Chen Jie gave a bow to Master Jingxiang and said, “Master, sorry for the disturbance. We will take this man away now.”

Master Jingxiang replied, “It’s no trouble. Please do as you wish.”

Chen Jie immediately joined Peng Fu in carrying away Zheng Chuan’s body; as they watched Chen Jie’s retreating figure, ripples of light flickered through Huang Wan’er’s eyes.

…

“Uncle Fu, please take care of the remaining matters. I will take Zheng Chuan’s body to see my foster father.”

Hearing this, Peng Fu said, “Alright, but Jiu Si, when you speak to the old master, ah… be a bit tactful. Second Master was raised by the old master from a young age; I’m afraid it will be too much for him to bear all at once.”

Chen Jie replied, “Yes, I understand, Uncle Fu.”

Peng Fu said, “Mhm, off you go then. Leave the rest to me.”

Chen Jie said, “Thank you for your hard work.”

Saying that, Chen Jie, with two Eagle Guards, hurried towards Mianshui City with Zheng Chuan’s body. Even though the city gates of Mianshui City were closed, such gates were meant for the common folk. People like them, with power in the guilds, could always find a backdoor.

That’s how the world worked; many rules were set for the common people, while the upper echelons had their own set of rules.

Watching Chen Jie and the others leave,

Huang Wan’er turned to the nervous nuns and said, “Master.”

“Ah?”

Master Jingxiang looked at her.

“Let’s pretend today’s events never happened. There’s no need to tell the Gang Leader.”

Master Jingxiang, upon hearing this, said, “This could be inappropriate.”

“It’s fine, I’m not hurt. If he finds out, all of us will inevitably face punishment.”

Hearing these words, the master said, “Okay, we will do as the wife says.”

Huang Wan’er nodded slightly and turned into her own private room—Room A.

This was a room specially prepared for her. Even if she didn’t stay here regularly, no one dared enter this room.

Inside the room, there was a green lamp and half a scroll of Buddhist Scripture.

At that moment, Huang Wan’er sat there, and a maid brought over a new set of monk’s robes: “Wife, change into these clothes.”

“Mhm.”

The woman, having changed, said, “Don’t throw away this blood-stained robe; put it at the bottom of the trunk for me.”

“Wife, why keep this bloody garment?”

“To keep a memento, to prove that I lived!”

The maid, not understanding, put the robe away.

Then the maid brought water and handed over a warm towel; “Wife, you should wipe your face.”

“Mhm!”

The woman took the towel and wiped the blood off her face in the mirror and, looking at her own exquisitely made-up face and peerless beauty, suddenly chuckled and said, “Du Juan.”

“Ah?”

The maid Du Juan looked at the woman, who said, “Tell me, Du Juan. Isn’t it a pity for a woman as beautiful as I to just die like this?”

Du Juan was taken aback and said, “Wife, you’re perfectly fine, why speak of dying?”

The woman looked up at Du Juan and asked, “Have you ever done anything in your life that wasn’t arranged for you?”

Du Juan shook her head.

The woman said, “To be honest, think about it, women’s lives are really pitiful. From a young age, parents favor their sons and brothers, and they teach that a married daughter is like water spilled out of the house. All the good things are kept for brothers and brothers.”

“When grown up, parents, in order to curry favor with powerful figures and for the future of the family, send you off like a plaything to some old man.”

“And, that old man is a useless…”

At this point, Du Juan felt her blood run cold and quickly covered her ears, saying, “Wife, stop, I can’t bear to hear any more.”

Huang Wan’er looked at her and shook her head, “But you’ve already heard it.”

Du Juan said, “Wife, you forced me to listen.”

Huang Wan’er said, “Then you also know that the Fishing Guild Leader, revered by thousands, is a eunuch who cannot fulfill his duties as a man, don’t you?”

“Ah, wife!”

Du Juan was so frightened that she knelt on the ground.

Huang Wan’er said, “Never mind, let’s not talk about it anymore…”

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She waved her hand and let Du Juan go, then she herself picked up the scripture on the table.

“The sinful are led to their mothers-in-law, lust as the chief of sins, neither men nor women shall partake; the joy of men and women’s love is like Avici Hell…”

Huang Wan’er looked at the Buddhist Scripture and was momentarily lost in thought.

“The joy of men and women’s love is like Avici Hell. Avici Hell?”

The woman chuckled dazedly, her face unexpectedly revealing a longing expression…

It was unclear whether it was for the love between men and women, or for Avici Hell.

…

Huff, huff, huff…

In the dark forest, a middle-aged man dressed as a housekeeper ran with labored breath, glancing back now and then to see if any pursuers were catching up. Finding none, he sighed in relief.

His pace slowed down, and he leaned against a tree, gasping for air.

Huff, huff…

With his head bowed, sweat dripped from the corners of his brows, and a smile began to form on his face. At last, he had completed his mission.

Huff, huff, huff…

He could finally see the light of day again and live as a normal person.

One day, he would build a couple of blue-brick houses in the countryside, start a small vegetable garden, grow vegetables with his wife, raise the kids, live carefree, without strife or competition, and never have to lead this nerve-wracking life again!

Thinking about the beautiful future, the housekeeper’s face was full of longing.

However, just then, as he looked up, he was startled to see a person appear three steps away from him.

He jumped back in fright, but when he saw the face of the newcomer, he paused and said, “Fa Cai?”

Fa Cai, holding a long sword in his hand, looked at the housekeeper and asked, “What were you just thinking about to smile so happily?”

The housekeeper replied, “Hehe, nothing much. By the way, does the master have any instructions for me?”

Fa Cai said, “Yes.”

“Do you have a new task for me?”

Fa Cai said, “The master said you completed your task well, but he’s worried you might talk too much.”