Chapter 10 Showdown

"What?" Wen Ping's face immediately changed, and he glared at the man with a look that could spit fire, "Why don't you just go and rob him!"

The man acted good-tempered and said, "Master Wen, calm down. Getting angry won't solve the problem."

Someone whispered, "Robbery is not as profitable as this."

Wen Ping felt a tight pain in his chest and had difficulty breathing: "I... don't have that much money."

"No?" The man's smile faded, and he looked murderous. "What are you waiting for? Chop off his son's fingers!"

The subordinate responded with a "yes" and swung the kitchen knife to chop.

"ah--"

"Wait!" Wen Ping's shout and the boy's scream sounded almost at the same time.

The boy leaned sideways against the wall and slowly slid to the ground.

Wen Ping rushed over with a pale face: "Yun'er, Yun'er, are you okay?"

Wen Yun closed his eyes and showed no reaction.

"Just wait for me, you bunch of beasts. I won't let you off even if it means we both die!" Wen Ping jumped up.

The man laughed: "Don't worry, Master Wen, your son was just frightened and fainted."

Wen Ping was stunned, and then he remembered to look at Wen Yun's hands. He looked at his left hand and then his right hand, and found that both hands were intact. He immediately looked at the wall.

A faint knife mark on the wall seemed to be mocking his embarrassment.

The man holding the kitchen knife chuckled: "Master Wen loves his son so much, why is he so reluctant to give him a little money?"

"A little? That's one thousand taels!" When it came to silver, Wen Ping's half-frightened soul came back to life.

The leader stepped closer, his face expressionless. "Master Wen, I just gave you a chance. Next time, the knife won't just fall on the wall. Think carefully about it. Should I pay the money or spare your son's finger?"

"Can't it be less?" Wen Ping finally realized how difficult these people were and softened his tone.

Losing a finger does not affect his life, but how can he face the master's questions?

By then, what he did to fill the hole for his son will probably be exposed!

This risk cannot be taken.

Wen Ping gritted his teeth and said, "I don't have that much money, please give me some time..."

"How many days?" the leader asked immediately.

"Half a month—" Seeing that the man's face was not right, Wen Ping immediately changed his words, "Ten days, give me ten days!"

The man held up three fingers and said, "Three days. Return in three days with the silver and I'll take your son away."

"Three days is too tight."

"That's your business." The man waved his hand, "Take Young Master Yun away and serve him well."

Wen Ping's expression changed: "Where are you taking my son?"

The man smiled and said, "Don't worry, Master Wen. Your son will be very valuable in these three days."

Seeing his son being dragged away by several people, Wen Ping's expression changed several times, and he seemed to have aged several years in an instant.

"Master Wen, please hold on tight." The man said, and walked away with his hands behind his back.

Wen Ping remained motionless for a long time, and slowly walked back with weak legs.

One thousand taels, how did he get this one thousand taels!

In a daze, a person blocked the way.

Wen Ping rolled his eyes and looked clearly at the person blocking his way.

"Orb?"

"Our girl is waiting for you in the teahouse in front." Baozhu said this and turned away.

Wen Ping stayed there for a moment, then chased after her: "Baozhu, what does the second young lady want to see me about?"

Baozhu glanced in the direction of Qianjinfang and said expressionlessly, "I don't know. The girl is looking for you, so just go."

Wen Ping noticed Baozhu's reaction and his heart was immediately in suspense.

Did the second girl know that her son went to the gambling house?

Realizing this, Wen Ping's heart sank to the bottom, and he followed Baozhu to a teahouse, taking one step at a time.

In the elegant room, the girl in green clothes was looking out the window with her chin in her hand, looking relaxed.

"Miss, Manager Wen is here."

Wen Ping walked over and bowed: "I wonder what the second young lady wants me to do?"

Wen Hao's indifferent gaze fell on Wen Ping, staring at him a little uneasy, then he raised his lips and smiled: "I was wondering why Manager Wen was in such a hurry today, it turns out you came to the gambling house to redeem someone."

Wen Ping's expression changed immediately and he looked at Wen Hao in surprise.

He guessed that the second girl asked him to come because of the gambling house, but he didn't expect the second girl to be so direct.

When he was young, he was the master's servant, the only servant from his hometown in the huge Wen Mansion. Even the lady treated him with respect. What did the second lady mean?

Wen Hao held the tea, took a sip, and did not signal Wen Ping to sit down.

Wen Ping was getting more and more confused: "Second Miss, I have something else to do when I return home——"

Wen Hao placed the teacup on the table and chuckled, "Going back home to raise money?"

Wen Ping's expression changed drastically.

"It's not easy to raise one thousand taels in three days, right?"

"Second Miss, don't listen to rumors—"

Wen Hao was too lazy to talk nonsense and said lightly: "Baozhu——"

Baozhu reached into her sleeve, took out a stack of banknotes and slapped them into Wen Ping's hand.

Wen Ping held up the banknotes, his voice changing tone: "Second Miss, what do you mean?"

"Baozhu, go guard outside the door."

After Baozhu quietly left, Wen Hao got to the point: "Manager Wen, let's talk about what my father asked you to do."

Wen Ping didn't react for a moment: "Second Miss means——"

Wen Hao smiled sweetly: "I want you to lie and say that he had married his cousin before coming to Beijing."

These words were like thunder out of the blue. Wen Ping opened his eyes wide and looked at Wen Hao as if he had seen a ghost.

Wen Hao was not in a hurry. He lowered his eyes and took a sip of tea.

After an unknown amount of time, Wen Ping finally found his voice: "Second, Second Miss, where did you hear such absurd words——"

Wen Hao's face darkened. "I advise Manager Wen to think about it before asking for a thousand taels."

Wen Ping seemed to have his neck choked, and he suddenly lost his voice, his mind in a mess.

How did the Second Miss know about Madam Qing? And even knew what the Master had told him?

Is this a ghost?

The young girl's voice sounded faintly, "If you don't want others to know, then don't do it yourself. Manager Wen, do you think this is right?"

The color drained from Wen Ping's face, and the unparalleled beauty of the girl seemed somewhat eerie in his eyes.

He...he might really have seen a ghost!

"Second Miss...what do you want?" First the scare at the gambling house, and then Wen Hao's abnormal behavior, made Wen Ping, who was usually quite calm, panic.

"It's not what I want to do, it's what Manager Wen wants to do." Wen Hao looked at him expressionlessly. "Does Manager Wen want to accept the banknote and be a conscientious and honest person, or does he want to help the evildoer and lie openly, waiting to collect Wen Yun's body in three days?"

"Collect the bodies?" Manager Wen's pupils shrank and he shouted.

Wen Hao raised his hand to stroke the peach blossom hairpin in his hair, and smiled softly: "Isn't it said that money can make the world go round? For a thousand taels, they would chop off Wen Yun's fingers. If I offer ten thousand taels... I should be able to buy his life, right?"

"Second Miss, you——"

Wen Hao pulled out the peach blossom hairpin with a cold face and slammed it on the table: "Manager Wen, you know I can afford ten thousand taels. Oh, by the way, I know one more thing."