After checking the bill, the shop closed, and Song Che and Shen Wenjun took the car home.
In the carriage, Song Che slightly lifted the curtains and looked out through the small slit - on the street not far from the shop, there were three or five men in common clothes squatting, and they all looked like idlers.
If it was by chance, Song Che would never care, but in the past few days, every time he went home after closing, he would meet these people at the same time and place.
"You've been staring out the window since you got in the car. What are you looking at?" Shen Wenjun tilted his head and wanted to look out curiously.
Song Che quickly lowered the curtains, looked back, and met her face to face. Their eyes met, and each other's breathing was clear and detectable.
Looking at each other for a moment, the ambiguity continues to ferment.
Shen Wenjun returned to his seat, his pretty face looking a little shy.
"Madam, I want to discuss something with you." Song Che said with a smile.
Shen Wenjun whispered: "Let's talk."
"Look at me, an eight-foot-tall man with a handsome appearance, but a clean sleeve and no money. Isn't it a little unreasonable?" Song Che just blinked and asked with a smile.
Shen Wenjun squinted his eyes and asked after a while: "How many do you want?"
Song Che pointed out a finger.
"One hundred Wen?" Shen Wenjun asked.
Song Che shook his head.
"One tael of silver?" Shen Wenjun asked again.
Song Che still shook his head.
"Song Che, do you want one hundred taels?" Shen Wenjun opened his eyes wide.
Song Che shook his head and said, "I want 10% of today's total income, which should be five hundred taels."
"Five hundred taels!" Shen Wenjun couldn't sit still, "You don't have to worry about food and clothing. What do you usually spend as pocket money? You need so much money?"
Of course Song Che would not tell her that I was going to visit a brothel tomorrow. "I have a big project and I need this money. Will Miss Shen invest in it?"
Shen Wenjun was silent and stared. Song Che's eyes were bright, without any flaws.
"I'll wait until I get to the counter tomorrow—"
"Hush!"
"Zi!"
The carriage suddenly stopped, and Shen Wenjun, who was sitting in the back row, leaned forward suddenly and ran into Song Che's arms.
Song Che held onto Yangliu's thin waist with one hand and clung to the window sill with the other hand. He was almost knocked out of his body by such a sudden move.
"Ouch, ouch, why were you driving? My leg was broken..." A cry of pain came from outside the car.
Hit someone?
Song Che and Shen Wenjun hurriedly went out to check, and saw a man in his thirties with a stubble on his face, slumped in front of the carriage, clutching his calf and screaming loudly, but his expression of pain was not quite right.
"Ah Fu, why are you so careless?" Shen Wenjun and the driver scolded.
The driver Ah Fu quickly explained: "Miss, I didn't hit him at all. He rushed out and fell to the ground on his own."
The man lying on the ground yelled: "Don't quibble, it's obvious that you didn't rein in the horse in time, oh...my legs! Neighbors, come and feed me, the Shen family's driver hit someone and he's still quibbling!"
The crowd, who were not too bothered by the excitement, quickly gathered around.
"This... Miss, you know me. I have been driving for more than ten years and have never hit anyone. He is clearly blackmailing us!" Ah Fu is a simple and honest man. When he saw that he had been wronged, he was so aggrieved that he almost cried.
Seeing that there were many people, Shen Wenjun took out a small ingot of silver from his sleeve, intending to make a big deal out of trouble, but Song Che reached out to stop her, took the silver from her hand, and said softly: "Let me do it."
Then he jumped off the carriage, came to the man's side, and asked with a smile: "Did your leg really get broken by the carriage?"
The man rubbed his calf and said boldly: "That's still false! Stop talking nonsense! If you don't pay me a hundred and eighty taels today, I will go to the government to report it!"
"One hundred and eighty taels, isn't this person too dark?"
"He is just a leper, he is obviously blackmailing people!"
Watching the fun is just fun, the eyes of the people are still sharp.
"Go, go, go! My leg is broken, so I can't work. If I don't work, I won't have money for food, lost work expenses, living expenses, soup and medicine expenses. Eight hundred and ten taels will be less! The Shen family is a wealthy businessman in Suzhou. This is Can’t you even afford the money?”
The man simply walked to the ground and made an unshakable gesture.
"Okay, please wait here for me for a while. I will find a doctor to treat your illness. If the treatment cannot be cured, I will give you one hundred taels of medicine."
Song Che said, and was about to leave. Shen Wenjun hurriedly got off the carriage, pulled him and whispered: "He insisted that his leg was broken, and even if you invite a miracle doctor, you can't cure it. You really have to give him a hundred taels then." What?"
"Madam, don't worry, the doctor I invited will definitely cure the disease."
Song Che strode out of the crowd.
After a while, shouts came from outside the crowd:
"Please give in, please give in, the doctor is here!"
The crowd gave way one after another and looked at the sound with their eyes.
Seeing Song Che half-delayed, leading a big prick-eared wolfdog towards the crowd.
"Sir, didn't you invite a doctor? Why did you bring a dog?"
"He's the one among the dogs! Our Dog Langzhong specializes in dealing with all kinds of unscrupulous people!" Song Che squatted next to the wolfdog, rubbed its head, and said loudly: "The Doggyzhong, the Doggyzhong, I spent money to help the dog. You ransomed yourself from the butcher shop to save yourself from the suffering of the knife, now you also help me to cure this patient?"
"Woof!" the wolfdog yelled, seeming to agree.
Song Che untied the dog leash, pointed at the man, smiled coldly, and whispered two words: "Go."
"Woof woof woof!" The wolfdog rushed towards the man.
"Oh my God!" The man was so frightened that he peed his pants, used his hands and feet, and ran away.
"Hahaha... He is indeed a blackmailer!"
"Young Master Shen is so smart!"
The crowd laughed and gave Song Che a thumbs up.
"I am not the son-in-law of the Shen family, I am the son-in-law of the Shen family," Song Che explained, clasping his fists and shouting at the crowd: "My cloth shop is opening today at Yunshuifang in the next block. There are many discounts. Come if you have time. Support me!"
"I heard that a cloth shop has opened, and they are conducting group buying activities. A group purchase can save two hundred coins!"
"That's right! I was busy working outside today, so I missed it. Let's go together and get back together tomorrow!"
"The Shen family has found a good son-in-law!"
"They said that the Shen family has hired a good son-in-law. Madam, did you hear that?" Song Che laughed at Shen Wenjun.
Shen Wenjun raised his head and hummed, "It's just... so-so."
"Get in the car and go home for dinner."
…
That night.
late at night.
Shen Wenjun is already asleep.
Song Che climbed up from the couch and tiptoed to the bedside. After struggling with his thoughts for a long time, he gently lifted the quilt.
The half gauze is translucent, tightly wrapped around the delicate body. Under the moonlight, the jade-like skin is looming, like a flower in the mist, hazy and soft.
Song Che took a deep breath, suppressed the surging blood, and thought to himself: It turns out that the underwear of daughters in ancient times looked like this.
He couldn't help but want to explore further, but the lovely wife on the bed sniffed and said "Humph", which scared him and quickly backed away.
The tigress' temperament has not yet been fully figured out, and her butt cannot be touched for the time being.
He put his hands on his hips and smiled bitterly. That was enough. She was obviously his wife, so why did she act like a flower-picking thief?
He took a candlestick and gently pushed the door open and went out.
Shortly after Song Che left, Shen Wenjun raised the corner of his mouth slightly, grabbed the quilt and covered his head. After a long time, he came out for some air with a red face, his bright eyes were like autumn water, affectionate and shy, and he cursed secretly: "What a coward." He covered his head and fell asleep again.
