Chapter 142 The Fool's Bride for Good Luck 17

There's a very famous photo studio in Lai Chau; the photos taken there are always clearer than those from other photo studios.

Xie Rong passed by several times, and the man chased him all the way, wanting him to be a model.

He was so annoyed that he had someone beat the guy up, and now the photographers at the studio avoid him whenever they see him.

“The photo studio closes after dark,” Xie Rong said, the lower half of her face buried in the blanket, only her heterochromatic eyes coldly staring at the man. “Are you making fun of me?”

“If you want to go, the door won’t be closed,” Lu Chuan leaned down, pressed down the edge of the blankets to reveal Xie Rong’s small face. “Go ahead.”

Xie Rong's eyes slowly rolled, and a smile appeared on his face: "What, are you going to take your funeral photo before you die?"

"It's up to you," Lu Chuan said, "either way is fine."

Xie Rong stretched in the blanket.

Lu Chuan took a brand-new light blue cheongsam from the maid, put his arm around the person in the quilt, and helped the person get dressed.

Xie Rong sat on the edge of the bed watching him put on his shoes, and lazily asked, "Did you win?"

Lu Chuan paused in putting on his shoes: "Yeah, we won."

"Then you look like you're about to die," Xie Rong sneered.

"Looking like you're about to die?" Lu Chuan raised his eyes and said calmly, "Is it like how your wife is in bed?"

Xie Rong kicked him in the chest.

Lu Chuan glanced down at the bleeding wound from the kick, and could only unbutton his shirt, wipe it hastily, and then re-bandage it.

Xie Rong glanced at the bullet hole in the man's chest, then excitedly leaned closer, examining it closely, her warm breath brushing against the wound.

"I almost hit your heart! Who's that good? Tell me, what does it feel like to almost die?"

Lu Chuan raised his hand, grabbed the back of his neck, and pulled him away a bit.

Xie Rong slapped his hand away, her face turned cold, and she slapped him across the face.

“I just think it’s dirty, so I’m telling you to stay away,” Lu Chuan said.

Xie Rong snatched the powder from his hand and poured it all over his wound. Finally, she tore off the bandage and tied it into a pretty bow.

“I’ve never seen you tie a bow for Shen Gaoyang,” Lu Chuan frowned. “You’ve also found another man in the military region?”

Xie Rong asked impatiently, "Are you still going to the photo studio or not?"

Lu Chuan, with a calm expression, buttoned up his uniform and said, "Butler Zhao, prepare the car."

...

The Lu family's car was parked in front of the photo studio.

The photographer seemed to have been waiting for a long time, standing at the door early, craning his neck to look, his face full of smiles.

As soon as the car door opened, the tall man got out first and reached his hand into the car. The photographer hurriedly stepped forward and said with a smile, "General, Madam, I'm so sorry for not greeting you sooner."

Xie Rong glanced at him sideways, clearly not forgetting how this annoying guy had pestered her. She snorted coldly, glared at her master, and took General Lu's arm as they walked into the photo studio.

There was only one chair in front of the hanging red cloth. Xie Rong sat down as if it were her own business, crossing her legs to reveal the snow-white and slender flesh of her legs on the side of her skirt, and leaning her back lazily against the soft pillow behind her waist.

"It's my fault, I only prepared one chair!" The photographer didn't dare say that he had specially prepared a chair for the general and his wife to sit together, so he could only give the apprentice next to him a wink.

“He can just stand,” Xie Rong said.

Seeing that the man remained silent, with one hand resting on the back of the chair and standing quietly beside Xie Rong, the old master took the camera and walked out of the light, aiming it at the person in the chair.

The flash went off once.

Crack.

The old master glanced at it

Xie Rong turned his head and tapped the armrest.

Lu Chuan turned his head at the sound and saw Xie Rong's lips moving, "Come here, squat down."

Oh well, she's my wife, I can only spoil her.

Lu Chuan squatted down and grabbed Xie Rong's restless ankle.

Crack.

In the last photo, Xie Rong reluctantly gave him half of the chair, and the two sat upright and properly. But just before the camera flash went off, that bastard Lu Chuan suddenly reached out and grabbed his waist, pressing the two of them tightly together.

The photographer, beaming, said, "General, Madam, the photos will be ready in two days."

Xie Rong glared at him again, then turned and left.

Lu Chuan watched him leave without stopping and got into the car.

[Protagonist's Pain Level +4]

"Thank you for your trouble, Master," Lu Chuan nodded to the old master and followed him.

Two days later, the photographer delivered the photos to the house.

Xie Rong wasn't interested in looking at it. Lu Chuan was fighting with the foreigners at the front lines again and hadn't returned for two days, so the photos were put away in the cabinet next to the bed.

On the fifth day, when he was having lunch, Zhao Tongguang pushed open the door and entered.

"Madam, would you like to go somewhere else for a visit?"

Xie Rong lifted his eyelids and glanced at the few boat tickets handed to him.

He remembered that Lu Chuan had taken control of the port after he stopped pretending to be stupid.

Xie Rong took the tickets and counted them; there were seven tickets in total.

"The general said he's been too busy these days and hasn't had time to spend with his wife. He was worried she'd be unhappy, so he asked me to get seven boat tickets so she could bring the family along for a few days of fun."

Xie Rong leaned closer to look at the boat ticket and asked, "Fengcheng, is it for tonight?"

Zhao Tongguang said, "Yes, the port will be closed after tonight."

Fengcheng is neither too close nor too far from Lizhou; it only takes seven or eight days to reach it by following a river downstream.

"He's thoughtful," Xie Rong said, accepting the boat ticket and then going to a small restaurant after finishing his meal.

Unusually, the small restaurant was completely empty today.

Liu Quan paced anxiously back and forth in front of the restaurant.

Xie Rong got out of the car, walked over, and called out to him with a smile, "Grandpa?"

Liu Quan turned around and saw him, immediately pulling him inside and closing the door behind him. "How could the general let you run around alone? He didn't even send a few people to protect you!"

Before Xie Rong could speak, the door of the small restaurant was pushed open again, and his second senior brother walked in, panting.

"How is it? Did you get the tickets?" Liu Quan asked anxiously.

The second senior brother shook his head, his face turning somewhat pale.

Liu Quan's face also turned pale.

The reason he was able to lead his opera troupe out of Jingzhou unscathed was because he was perceptive enough to assess the situation.

What are the differences between Lizhou and Jingzhou today?

What good are the battles the General Lu won? The foreigners have a steady stream of cannonballs and food, but the higher-ups have already abandoned Lizhou! Liu Quan sneaks around the city gate every day and has already noticed that the government hasn't delivered supplies for almost half a month, so he knows that something bad is going to happen.

"Grandpa, are you talking about the boat tickets?" Xie Rong took out the seven boat tickets from the exquisite little leather bag hanging on his wrist.

...

Half an hour later, at the port.

The once bustling port is now completely congested.

No matter how the police officers maintaining order shouted, the crowd continued to squeeze into the ticket hall. In a short while, the iron railing collapsed, and people who had lost their footing at the front accidentally fell to the ground, quickly being overwhelmed by the crowd scrambling in from behind.