The son-in-law of a prosperous family

Zhao Yunchuan wanted to prove to Fang Huai how vigorous he was, but then he heard Fang Huai continue to say, "Your current happiness is the result of overdrawing your health."

"I am willing!"

Fang Huai was not angry, and continued to say with a smile: "When you are thirty years old, you will not be able to satisfy me. Are you willing?"

Zhao Yunchuan snorted angrily: "Impossible, absolutely impossible!"

He is so powerful, there is no way such a thing could happen to him.

"How is it impossible?"

"It's impossible!" Zhao Yunchuan rolled his eyes and said, "Why don't we try to indulge ourselves now? Let's see if I can still satisfy you when I'm thirty?"

Fang Huai poked him with his finger and said unhappily, "You are so cunning!"

That's better than being stupid!

Zhao Yunchuan thought so.

The couple fell asleep while chatting. In the middle of the night, there was a sudden knock on the door. Zhao Yunchuan opened his eyes impatiently.

Who is it? !

Why are you knocking on the door when you're still awake most of the night?

Fang Huai was also awakened by the knock on the door, his voice still a little confused: "Who is it?"

Zhao Yunchuan had already stood up and touched his face soothingly: "Go back to sleep, I'll go out and take a look..."

Fang Huai hummed and then there was no more movement.

Zhao Yunchuan went to open the door in the moonlight. With the help of the moonlight, he could see clearly that the person knocking on the door was a boy of about thirteen or fourteen years old.

The boy was as cold as the moon, with a stern face and clear features, as if he was carved out of ice and snow. He was tall and straight, as proud and independent as a pine tree, and exuded an aura that kept people at a distance.

But if you look closely, you can see that his eyes are red.

Zhao Yunchuan's memory has always been good. He was sure that he did not know the young man in front of him, and had never even seen him.

In an instant, he became alert.

"you are?"

The young man took a step forward, then respectfully bowed to Zhao Yunchuan, his voice choking with forced calmness: "Master Zhao, I am Master Chu's...nephew. The master's life is in danger now, and I hope you can help me."

Zhao Yunchuan:!

"What's wrong with him? Can you please send for a doctor?"

“…No!”

Zhao Yunchuan: (⊙_⊙)

Is this person a little bit mentally ill?

If your life is in danger, why bother going to a doctor? He is not a doctor.

"Mr. Zhao, please come with me."

Zhao Yunchuan became more alert: "Are you lying to me?"

Could it be that selling organs also happened in ancient times?

"I have a keepsake!"

The young man took out a jade pendant from his belt. Zhao Yunchuan recognized it. It was the jade pendant that Master Chu wore around his waist.

Should I believe it?!

Zhao Yunchuan didn't think too long and chose to believe it.

"Wait for me here!"

Zhao Yunchuan closed the door, went into the house to put on his clothes, and said something to Fang Huai again.

Fang Huai was much more sober now, and he was a little worried: "Is it serious? How about I go with you!"

Zhao Yunchuan pecked him lightly on the lips and whispered, "No need, I'll be back soon, just go to sleep!"

Fang Huai also knew that it was inconvenient for him to go with him, so he yawned and said, "Then you should come back early and be careful."

"Do not worry!"

Zhao Yunchuan was still wary after all. Before leaving, he went to the kitchen again and took a kitchen knife and put it on his waist. The kitchen knife had just been sharpened two days ago and now shone with a cold edge under the moonlight.

It’s hard for the young man not to see it!

He was a little surprised, but in the end he just bit his lip and said nothing.

Zhao Yunchuan followed the young man to the Chu family with great alertness. The cold moonlight sprinkled on the quiet street, which was a bit lonely and creepy.

From time to time, there were occasional barking of dogs on the street.

Zhao Yunchuan was not used to a quiet environment, so he took the initiative to talk: "Are you afraid of ghosts?"

The young boy shuddered.

No, is this person sick?

Why would we talk about this topic in such a horrible environment?

The young man was anxious at the moment and didn't want to chat with him. He walked very fast. Upon hearing what he said, he just replied calmly, "Don't be afraid!"

Zhao Yunchuan still had a smile on his face: "Are you really not afraid?"

"Not afraid!"

If he doesn't do anything wrong, he won't be afraid of ghosts knocking on his door. He behaves uprightly and sits upright, so what is there to be afraid of?

"Oh, if you're not afraid..."

Zhao Yunchuan finished the second half of the sentence in a leisurely voice: "If you are not afraid, then say hello to the little friend on your shoulder!"

"what!"

The young man screamed in surprise. It was obvious that what he had just said about not being afraid was a lie.

Zhao Yunchuan quickly put his index finger to his lips and made a silencing gesture: "Shh, don't scream, there are no children here, I was just kidding you!"

The young man gritted his teeth, kept moving his feet, and glared at Zhao Yunchuan with some resentment. He was now sure that this man was really sick!

It's inexplicably scary. Do you know there's a saying that goes "If you scare someone, you might scare them to death"?

Even though Zhao Yunchuan was glared at, he still did not feel guilty. He said confidently, "I just saw that you were in a bad mood and was afraid that you would think too much. Isn't this just saying something else to help you adjust your mood?"

Boy: Then thank you so much!

It seems like he is in a better mood now?!

Obviously more annoying than just now!

"By the way, I don't even know your name!"

The young man opened his thin lips and slowly uttered three words: "Wen Xile!"

Smell the joy?

Zhao Yunchuan was a little confused: "Wait, aren't you Master Chu's nephew? Why is his last name Chu and yours Wen?"

Wen Xile was silent for a long time before he slowly said, "I take my mother's last name."

The two houses were not far from each other. Mr. Chu's home was in Xinghua Hutong a few streets away. When Wen Xile opened the door, Zhao Yunchuan smelled a strong smell of alcohol and the sour smell of vomit. He instantly felt numb.

What to do? He also wants to vomit!

Yue!

But if you smell it carefully, you can still smell a faint smell of blood.

"what happened?"

Wen Xile lit the kerosene lamp, and Zhao Yunchuan saw Master Chu lying on the bed. He reeked of alcohol and was obviously drunk. In addition, there was red blood oozing from his heart, which was particularly obvious on his white shirt.

Zhao Yunchuan was a little surprised: "Is this a thief?"

Wen Xile shook his head: "I don't know what happened. When I heard the noise, the master had already fallen to the ground."

But he didn't dare to say anything, for fear that his enemies would come looking for revenge, so he took the initiative to look for Zhao Yunchuan. The teacher had just said at dinner that Zhao Yunchuan had a pure heart, so he must be a good person, right?

Wen Xile thought so at first.

But after what happened just now, he felt that this statement was not credible. Zhao Yunchuan was clearly a very stubborn person.

Zhao Yunchuan frowned slightly and didn't ask him why he didn't report to the police. Saving people was the most important thing at this moment.

"Have you treated the wound?"

Wen Xile told the truth: "I don't know how to treat the wound, so I just pressed it with a dry towel."

Sure enough, Zhao Yunchuan saw a dry towel stained with blood next to him.

"Go prepare some alcohol... white wine, hot water, towels, and needle and thread!"

Wen Xile didn't move, so Zhao Yunchuan urged him impatiently, "What are you standing there for? Hurry up and go!"