Chapter 33 Wife, Don't Pick Up Wild Men

When Meng Lingge and Wen Zhiming's carriage reached the halfway point, it was already completely dark.

Seeing that Meng Lingge's face was not good, Wen Zhiming knew that she was angry with Meng Xingyuan. Although he did not know why Meng Lingge was angry, his wife was originally in a good mood today, but she became unhappy after her father said a few words when he saw her off. It must be her father's fault.

Hmph, a father-in-law who dares to upset his wife is no good father-in-law.

Next time his mother asks him to bring so many gifts, he won't bring them.

They should have gotten off the bus and taken back all the things they brought.

Anyone who dares to bully his wife should be given everything, even if it's just to be fed to the dogs.

However, my mother-in-law is also at the Meng residence. She treats my wife very well and is a good mother-in-law.

From now on, when you bring gifts, just give them to your mother-in-law.

Wen Zhiming's expressions ranged from anger to sneer to nods... so many that it was hard for Meng Lingge not to notice.

"What is the young master thinking?"

"I want my wife to be happy."

Wen Zhiming's voice was expectant and sincere.

He felt sad whenever his wife was unhappy, and even happier when she was happy.

The ice on Meng Lingge's face melted away, and a smile blossomed on her face.

"I'm very happy now."

What wrong did Wen Zhiming do? She shouldn't let her dissatisfaction with her father affect her husband.

“My wife is lying. I want you to be happy, but I don’t want you to pretend to be happy.” Wen Zhiming said seriously, “My mother told me that pretending to be happy is tiring. You were clearly unhappy just now, but you only pretended to be happy after I said I hoped you would be happy.”

“It’s true.” Meng Lingge looked at him. “I was unhappy at first, but being with my husband and talking to you made me feel much better.”

"Really?" Wen Zhiming's eyes shone like stars.

“Really!” Meng Lingge’s lips curled up.

Wen Zhiming: "Then, does the promise my wife made this morning regarding our wedding night still stand?"

Meng Lingge: "You..."

Meng Lingge blushed instantly, feeling both ashamed and angry.

How does he still remember?

Are all men this enthusiastic about sex? I should have just kept pretending to be unhappy.

"Whoa!"

The carriage suddenly braked, and just as Wen Zhiming and Meng Lingge regained their footing, the carriage curtain was lifted. A man in a blue outfit crawled into the carriage without saying a word, but he was pulled out and thrown to the ground with a loud thud.

"Who dares to offend Prince Wen and his consort?"

The prince was always protected by secret guards when he went out, but the guards did not expect this person to be so bold. After stopping the carriage, he immediately climbed into the carriage, forcing the guards to show themselves. They grabbed the person, threw him to the ground, and then held a sword to the person's throat to interrogate him.

Meng Lingge and Wen Zhiming lifted the carriage curtain and looked at the man in blue on the ground.

He was handsome and elegant, with a slender figure and clear, bright eyes; he looked to be under twenty.

The man looked up at them and said in a panic.

"Young Master Wen? Young Master's Consort? I'm sorry, someone is chasing me. I just wanted to borrow your carriage to leave. Those people are coming soon. I beg you, Young Master and Young Master's Consort, to save my life!"

He had barely finished speaking when a flurry of footsteps and shouts of arrest came from behind him.

The man's expression grew even more anxious: "Hurry, I'm doomed if they catch me! I, Su, always repay kindness; you'll be rewarded for saving me..."

Meng Lingge: "Let him go and let him into the carriage."

She didn't save the man because of his saying that saving people would bring good fortune, but because she could tell from his appearance that he was a kind person, especially his innocent and clear eyes. She firmly believed that a person with such eyes couldn't be all that bad.

Saving him might cause some trouble, but not saving him would leave me feeling guilty.

Wen Zhiming tugged at Meng Lingge: "Wife, don't pick up random men."

Meng Lingge: "..."

The guard's sword didn't loosen its grip even slightly, and the voice behind him grew closer and closer.

The man on the ground, seeing that the guards only listened to Wen Zhiming, looked even more sincere and said in a flattering voice, "The young master and the young master's wife are both kind-hearted people. They are truly a perfect match, a match made in heaven."

Meng Lingge was bewildered by his sudden praise, but Wen Zhiming was quite pleased and instructed the guards, "Listen to my wife, let him get into the carriage."

This wild man has a sweet tongue; let him talk more.

Upon hearing this, the guard released his sword and was about to leave when Meng Lingge ordered again, "Tie him up before letting him in."

Although I feel he's a good person, it's safer to be cautious.

The man did not struggle, allowing the guards to tie him up and throw him into the carriage.

As the carriage continued its journey, the people behind caught up. They had probably recognized the insignia of the Anshun Prince's carriage. The group searched around but dared not disturb the carriage.

The carriage was spacious, and the man was placed in the middle of the carriage, while Meng Lingge and Wen Zhiming sat on one side, with a little distance between them.

Meng Lingge: "Who are you? Why are those people chasing you?"

Judging from the commotion of that group of people, this man clearly offended someone who wasn't an ordinary citizen.

“My name is Su Leran. I am from out of town and have some medical knowledge. These past few days, I have been treating the concubine of Magistrate Liu. Unfortunately, the patient did not follow my medical advice and ate something she should not have, which led to her death. Magistrate Liu is a sentimental man and blames me for the mistake, insisting that I pay for his concubine’s life.”

Having escaped danger, he looked much more relaxed, and spoke with a calm and composed gaze, showing no fear despite Wen Zhiming and Meng Lingge's identities.

His voice was just calmer, unlike the deep voice of an ordinary man.