"Then there's no need..."

Before Shen Qingyu could finish refusing, Qian Wanliang jumped out of the carriage and extended his hand in a gesture of invitation.

"What do you mean you don't need it anymore? This carriage of mine has been modified; it's softer and less bumpy than other horse-drawn carriages. If you don't believe me, just try it..."

Not so bumpy?

Shen Qingyu was truly moved.

However... it's better to rely on yourself than on others.

Let's work hard to earn money and buy ourselves a car!

Thinking of this, Shen Qingyu suddenly frowned, walked over to the shock-absorbing carriage, and casually leaned on it: "How much is this carriage?"

The electronic notification sound of the Space Mall rang in my mind.

"Carriage category +1!"

Yay!

Shen Qingyu instantly felt refreshed!

Qian Wanliang beamed: "This isn't for sale. If you like it, I'll give it to you."

In high spirits, her expression also improved considerably: "Young man, thank you for your generosity, but there's no need for a ride. My husband went to relieve himself in the woods and will be out in a bit."

"You have a husband?" Qian Wanliang was stunned, only then noticing that Shen Qingyu was wearing a woman's bun hairstyle.

What a pity...

"I was being presumptuous. I think the young lady is very beautiful..." I was even thinking of asking if she would be willing to be my concubine!

Before Qian Wanliang could finish speaking, a figure rushed over and kicked him to the ground!

"What lecherous scoundrel? How dare you even dream of having designs on my wife?"

After saying this, Xiao Yunqi swung his fist, which was as big as a sandbag, and smashed it down on Qian Wanliang's chubby face.

"Ouch!" Qian Wanliang screamed in agony.

Shen Qingyu was also stunned. After she came to her senses, she quickly broke up the fight.

He managed to grab Xiao Yunqi's waist and pull him away, but Qian Wanliang's face had already been slapped so hard it looked like a soy sauce shop.

There was red blood under his nose, and purple bruises around his eyes...

The poor, plump white steamed bun was beaten beyond recognition.

"Old He! Old He! I've been beaten... Waaah..." Qian Wanliang cried, pulling the coachman along.

The coachman was also shocked and frightened, and couldn't help but complain to Xiao Yunqi and Shen Qingyu: "You two are so unreasonable. My young master never makes things difficult for anyone. Even if he has his eye on your horse, you don't have to hit people just because you don't want to sell it to him."

Xiao Yunqi was stunned: "You want to buy horses? Why did you say my wife is pretty if you wanted to buy horses?"

Qian Wanliang's mouth was swollen from the beating, and his tongue was bruised. He spoke incoherently, muttering between sobs, "These days, the pouches are so pretty..."

Shen Qingyu could tell that this chubby young master was a bit off in the head, the kind who was a bit slow on the uptake.

But his eyes were clear, and his heart was not bad.

The coachman then explained, "Our young master is Qian Wanliang, the only son of the Qian family, the wealthiest family in the prefecture, you know? You've beaten him today, this isn't over! We'll see you in court!"

Xiao Yunqi then realized that this person was actually Qian Wanliang!

The wealthiest family in the prefectural city!

The intelligence indicates that this young man is slightly mentally challenged, but he is not a bad person at heart.

Young Master Qian had a difficult time finding a wife, so he took several concubines into his household. However, this young master was ignorant about matters of the heart and did not have sexual relations with his concubines. Instead, he spent his days playing with slingshots and spinning tops with them...

And you still dare to speak out!

This incident became a laughing stock in the prefectural city.

It seems to be a genuine misunderstanding.

This is awkward.

Shen Qingyu was also embarrassed and could only think about how to smooth things over.

He wanted to do business in the city, but before he even started, he'd already injured the only son of the city's richest family!

Xiao Yunqi was also embarrassed: during such a sensitive period, he couldn't go to court and attract the attention of those with ulterior motives.

The driver was also embarrassed: he couldn't lift it.

So all that could be done was to let the chubby young master sit slumped on the ground and cry.

Shen Qingyu removed the veil that was covering her face from the wind and sand, and smiled kindly: "Um... Young Master Qian, you see, this is all a misunderstanding. How about I treat the injuries on your face and see if we can avoid going to court?"

"No! My face hurts so much! He hit me! I can't let this go... Waaaaah..."

Your face hurts, right?

Shen Qingyu rummaged through the bundle (space storage) and quickly found the medicinal oil that Xiao Yunqi had given her.

It seems like Cheng Ping bruised his own wrist, which is why he did it?

It should work.

Taking out the medicated oil, Shen Qingyu coaxed, "Young Master Qian, this is a very good medicated oil. I'll apply it to you, and the pain will go away in a little while, okay?"

"Really?" Young Master Qian immediately stopped crying.

"real."

"Then you wipe it for me!" Young Master Qian pointed at Shen Qingyu and made his request.

"Okay!" Shen Qingyu readily agreed and actually wiped it for him.

Xiao Yunqi's face darkened again, and he gritted his teeth, turning his head to the side: He gave the best medicinal oil to this woman, and she actually gave it to other people!

Forget it, I won't argue with an idiot!

After the ointment was applied, Young Master Qian exclaimed in surprise, "It really doesn't hurt as much anymore! And it feels cool!"

Shen Qingyu nodded, relieved: "Young Master Qian, you see, this is a misunderstanding... So let's not go to court?"

Young Master Qian tilted his head slightly, sensing something was amiss, but couldn't quite put his finger on it. He then looked to the driver for help: "Old He..."

The coachman, having experienced much, became the young master's mouthpiece: "My young master can't be beaten for nothing; you must compensate him for something."

That makes sense.

Shen Qingyu nodded in agreement: "Then what do you think would be a suitable form of compensation, Young Master Qian?"

Young Master Qian: "Old He..."

Coachman Lao He once again shouldered a heavy responsibility: "My young master has no other hobbies, he just loves good food."

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