After the little cannon fodder was reborn, he chose the villain childhood sweetheart

Jiang Wan called Mr. Zhao and his wife in.

When they saw that their youngest son's condition had visibly improved, both of them were delighted.

Mr. Zhao invited Jiang Wan to the main hall next door and personally made a pot of hot tea for her.

"Miss Jiang, thank you for saving my child's life. I didn't expect that Miss Jiang is so young, but she has such superb medical skills. Forgive my ignorance, I didn't realize that Miss Jiang has medical skills at first."

Mr. Zhao was really surprised.

He consulted famous doctors in Luohe Town, but they all said that it was difficult to cure the disease and they were not sure, so they told him to go to Pingyao County.

Unexpectedly, Jiang Wan came to him and easily cured the severe cold that several famous doctors could not cure. This made Mr. Zhao have to respect Jiang Wan.

Jiang Wan said modestly, "Mr. Zhao, you are too kind. It was just a coincidence. My father also caught a cold before. In order to cure his illness, I specially went to seek help from a famous hermit doctor, and then I got the prescription."

"I see. But thank you for saving my life. Didn't you ask me for help? What can I do for you? Just tell me. I will do my best."

At first, Mr. Zhao was worried and anxious about his youngest son's illness, and he never thought of helping Jiang Wan. He was just trying to please her.

But Jiang saved his youngest son and Mr. Zhao now willingly obeys her orders.

"It's not a big deal. I just want to tell Mr. Zhao a story. Mr. Zhao told this story when he went to Fulin Restaurant to tell stories."

Jiang Wan took a sip of tea and said slowly.

"story?"

Jiang Wan said, "Mr. Zhao, you should have heard a recent rumor in town, right? It's about a village girl who was pestering a scholar."

“I’ve heard of it.”

Mr. Zhao frowned upon hearing this and rebuked, "Although I don't know how this rumor came about, the person who spread it is really vulgar and hateful. A girl's reputation was ruined by rumors for no reason."

Jiang Wan nodded and admitted generously, "Indeed, the person who spread the rumor wanted to ruin the reputation of that village girl. To be honest, that village girl is me."

"W-what?"

Mr. Zhao was stunned and it took him a while to come back to his senses.

"Is this true?! Miss Jiang, are you really the protagonist of that rumor?!"

"it's me."

Seeing how shocked he was, Jiang Wan explained, "This is why I came to see Mr. Zhao. I wanted Mr. Zhao to help me spread a rumor and teach the person who hurt me a lesson."

Mr. Zhao calmed down and slammed the table angrily.

"This is outrageous! What kind of sinister villain would say bad things about Miss Jiang behind her back? If I knew about this, I would definitely go to his house and scold him!"

"Miss Jiang, I will definitely help you!"

Jiang Wangang rescued his youngest son, so Mr. Zhao naturally stood on her side.

Moreover, Mr. Zhao makes a living by telling stories, and the content of his stories is generally about heroes and great men passed down from ancient times to the present, so naturally he has a sense of righteousness.

What he despised most were the evil people who spoke ill of others behind their backs and tried to trip them up.

So Jiang Wan asked him to spread rumors to take revenge on the person behind the scenes, and he agreed without even thinking about it.

Seeing that most of the work was done, Jiang Wan felt a lot more relieved.

She said, "Actually, I didn't ask Mr. Zhao to spread rumors. I told the truth. But the rumor that was spread about me was all false and fabricated."

Mr. Zhao became even angrier, and after a few curses, he said firmly, "Don't worry, Miss Jiang. I don't have any ability, but my mouth is still somewhat useful. I haven't been to Fulin Teahouse these few days, and the owner has sent people to urge me several times. I just happened to go to the teahouse to tell stories when there are many tea customers in the afternoon, and by the way, I told the story that Miss Jiang told me. I believe that it will spread throughout Luohe Town in less than half a day."

Mr. Zhao is still very confident in his influence.

He has been telling stories in Fulin Teahouse for more than ten years and has accumulated hundreds of loyal listeners.

Whatever he emphasized would be remembered by the audience and passed on by word of mouth.

Jiang Wan laughed and said, "Thank you very much, Mr. Zhao."

After that, Jiang Wan explained in detail how the Jiang family bullied the original owner and Jiang Weiran, and also explained how Zhang Caijin shamelessly deceived the original owner's feelings and money. Finally, he talked about how Jiang Lianer made friends with rich kids one after another in the town.

After hearing this, Mr. Zhao's face turned red with anger and he slammed the table several times, shaking the water in the teacup out.

"This is really too much! Miss Jiang, don't worry, I will tell you the truth and I will not let you suffer injustice forever."

Jiang Wan smiled faintly and said, "I am very grateful to Mr. Zhao for helping me. This is my reward."

She took out a silver ingot and put it on the table.

Mr. Zhao waved his hands hastily, "Miss Jiang saved my son's life, how can I still ask for your money?"

As he spoke, he took out dozens of copper coins, with a look of shame on his face, and said, "Miss Jiang, how much silver do you want for the medicine for the child? See if this is enough. If not, I will ask my wife for more."

Jiang Wan shook his head and said, "Since Mr. Zhao is willing to help me and doesn't want to accept my payment, then I won't charge Mr. Zhao for the medicine."

Mr. Zhao refused and insisted that Jiang Wan accept the medical fee.

In the end, it was Xie Lan who spoke up and asked Jiang Wan to take ten cents as a symbolic payment before the matter was settled.

Jiang Wan sat for a while, and seeing that it was getting late, she gave the remaining pills to Mr. Zhao, told him how often to take them, and then left with Xie Lan.

After getting on the carriage, the two of them rushed to Liu's mansion without stopping.

Today is Uncle Liu’s birthday party. There is an endless stream of carriages, horses, and pedestrians coming and going in front of the Liu residence.

Liu Chunyan, dressed in bright red brocade, stood out at the entrance of Liu's house.

She paced back and forth, looking outside from time to time, as if she was waiting for someone.

"Miss, it's cold outside, why don't we go in and wait?"

The maidservant beside her felt her face stung by the cold wind and couldn't help but speak to persuade her.

Liu Chunyan glared at her. "I'm not cold, why are you cold? If Master Xie came and the first person he saw wasn't me, wouldn't he be disappointed?"

The maid immediately lowered her head and dared not speak anymore.

Liu Chunyan stood on tiptoe again and looked anxiously into the distance. Suddenly her eyes lit up and she said in surprise, "Mr. Xie is here!" Then she rushed out.

Just as Xie Lan stopped the carriage, a flamboyant big red butterfly came running over from a distance, calling his name.

"Thank you, sir! Thank you, sir!"

The familiar and coquettish female voice made him frown subconsciously.

Jiang Wan lifted the car curtain and poked her head out. "Are we there yet?"

"Ah."

Xie Lan ignored the voice, stretched out his hand and looked at Jiang Wan, "Come down."

Jiang Wan was about to hold it as usual, when suddenly a sharp female voice exploded in her ears.

"Jiang Wan, you lied to me!"

The sound was sharp and piercing, like a bolt of thunder in the empty blue sky. It frightened Jiang Wan so much that he lost his balance and fell forward.

Xie Lan was quick-witted and took two steps forward. He grabbed her waist with one hand and held her steadily in his arms.

Jiang Wan's forehead hit his hard chest and he grimaced in pain.

"Hiss... so hard, Xie Lan, you are made of stone..."

"Are you okay?"

Jiang Wan covered her forehead with her hands and looked up to settle the score with Xie Lan, but unexpectedly Xie Lan also lowered his head nervously and asked about her condition.

The two people's eyes met directly.