Chapter 7 Chapter 7 People cannot be idle.

Sang Wanwan lowered her head and carefully applied the ointment on Chi Junyu's legs.

In fact, these plasters are not very effective. Giving Chi Junyu a daily massage is an important step in his treatment.

She could have restored his legs to normal immediately, and there were related props and medicines in the mall of the main god space that could do that, but due to various considerations, she decided to treat his legs slowly.

This was also done in order to increase the time spent with Chi Junyu, to understand him better, and to see if in the process, his twisted and dark thoughts could be redirected back onto the right track.

Sang Wanwan applied the ointment in the glass bowl evenly, then looked up to see Chi Junyu with a pale face, cold sweat on his forehead, and he was holding his chest as if he was about to suffocate.

She was stunned for a moment, then stood up and held his shoulders. "What's wrong?"

It was fine just now, how come it suddenly looks like it will burp at any time?

Chi Junyu stared at her without saying a word, his eyes were red, and his whole body was surrounded by a kind of sad, decadent, and hopeless aura.

Sang Wanwan felt a little embarrassed, a little confused, and a little at a loss.

Not to mention that she and Chi Junyu were not familiar with each other in the main god space for so long that many of her feelings were as cold as water.

They looked at each other in silence.

After a while, she noticed that the sweat on his forehead was getting thicker and thicker, so she turned around and wanted to leave.

As soon as I took a step, my wrist was grabbed.

"Where are you going? Are you leaving now? Are you never coming back?"

A low and hoarse voice sounded, Sang Wanwan was surprised, turned around and found that Chi Junyu's whole aura had changed.

The poor dog, whose eyes were red and wet just now and looked as if he was going to die in the next second, now had a gloomy look and a hoarse and cold tone. He looked like a vicious dog that crawled out of hell and would pounce on her and bite her at any time.

This happened suddenly, without any warning, and he turned evil.

Sure enough, compared with the minor villain, his son, the major villain, Chi Junyu, is a time bomb who can turn evil at any time.

Sang Wanwan really had no experience in dealing with this kind of future villain. In the past, when she was in the main god space, she would just crush the villain monsters' heads with her hands.

But obviously, she couldn't treat Chi Junyu like this.

"Our home is right here, I'm not going anywhere," she didn't know how to comfort people, she could only tell the truth directly, "You're sweating a lot, I want to get a towel to wipe you off."

The coldness and iciness in Chi Junyu's eyes melted away in an instant, and his face was filled with shock.

Sang Wanwan returned to the master bedroom, took two towels and a clean shirt and went to the study.

Chi Junzhengyu lowered his head, folded his hands on his legs, grabbed his pants tightly, stared at his hands, and looked at a loss as if he had done something wrong.

Damn him, he just spoke to Wanwan in that tone and held her slender wrist tightly.

Isn't it natural for Wanwan to leave? Does he, a cripple, really want to drag her along and let her be despised and ridiculed by those people?

At this moment, regret and self-loathing were about to overwhelm Chi Junyu.

Until he felt a gentle touch on his forehead, he slightly raised his eyelids and looked over.

She really came back.

Sang Wanwan wiped the sweat from his forehead and neck, and when she tried to unbutton his shirt, her hands were held.

His palms were cold and wet, with a thin layer of sweat.

Chi Junyu felt so guilty that he didn't dare to look at her. He lowered his head slightly and said stiffly, "I can do it myself."

Sang Wanwan understood and knew that he didn't want others to see his scarred body, so she turned around cooperatively.

Chi Junyu took off his shirt, wiped it a few times with a towel, and then put on a new shirt.

"alright."

Sang Wanwan turned around.

She looked carefully and saw that Chi Junyu's expression had returned to normal. The vicious dog state he had just turned into was nowhere to be seen. Only then did she feel completely relieved.

It seems that she has to promise to be with him until she is sure whether Chi Junyu has completely changed his mind.

After all, in the novel, every time he turned evil like he did just now, he would go around causing trouble and randomly killing a bunch of people.

noon.

In the kitchen, three ghosts were busy preparing the ingredients.

Some were chopping fish, some were processing shrimps, and some were washing vegetables and rice... The three ghosts each had their own job and were very efficient.

The day after moving in, she asked two male ghosts to dig a small pond in the villa, and then coaxed the main god space to inject spiritual spring water into the pond to raise shrimps and fish.

The vegetables are also planted in the villa's vegetable garden and irrigated with spiritual spring water every day.

As for rice, that is, spiritual rice, it is temporarily provided by the main god space. It is grown in the spiritual fields in the immortal cultivation copy. I heard that it tastes very good.

Sang Wanwan is very satisfied with these three ghost employees. They are free labor and can work 24 hours a day. They are the good employees that many capitalists dream of.

"Boss, the ingredients are ready." The female ghost Qin Wen came out of the kitchen and spoke very respectfully.

As soon as the two male ghosts, Chen Yuxuan and Wang Qiang, turned around, they saw Qin Wen approaching the boss.

Because she had gone to the boss first to take credit, the two ghosts looked annoyed and angry.

Qin Wen walked beside Sang Wanwan, with her chest straightened like the queen's housekeeper, glancing at the two idiots with a smug look on her face.

Sang Wanwan entered the kitchen.

After checking the clean ingredients, I praised them all with satisfaction.

The three ghosts immediately grinned from ear to ear.

As expected, the fish and shrimps raised with spiritual springs and the vegetables watered with water, these ingredients all exude a unique fragrance that makes people feel refreshed when they smell it.

Sang Wanwan made fish ball soup, steamed shrimps, and blanched choy sum.

At the dining table.

The father and son were already seated, both with serious looks on their faces, but Tuantuan's seriousness was ruined by the aroma wafting from the kitchen and the rumbling sound of his stomach.

When Sang Wanwan brought out all the food, Tuantuan had saliva flowing from the corners of his mouth and his eyes were glued to the meat.

Meat, meat, the meat today smells so good, it’s the meat that Tuan Tuan loves to eat.

Tuantuan raised his little hand and wiped the saliva from the corner of his mouth.

Sang Wanwan picked up Tuan Tuan's special plate and put four large shrimps, four small green vegetables, and a spoonful of white rice on it.

I scooped him a small half bowl of soup and put the fish balls, which were specially made for him and were as big as his little fist, into the soup.

Tuantuan swallowed his saliva and said, "Thank you, Mom."

No one spoke during the meal.

After Sang Wanwan took a bite of the fish ball and then ate another one, her eyes lit up. The taste was chewy and delicious, leaving a lingering fragrance on her lips and teeth. There was not a trace of fishy smell, but instead a very unique fresh taste.

Chi Junyu was not a person who cared much about food, and coupled with what had just happened in the study, he felt so guilty that he lost his appetite at all.

But at this moment, he was eating fish balls and drinking soup, his movements were a little faster than usual. He even ate two bowls of rice, which was rare.

Tuan Tuan almost buried his face in the plate. He held the fish balls in his hands and ate them bite by bite, his cheeks bulging.

"Mama...meat...so good..."

Half an hour later, all the food on the table was cleared away, not even a grain of rice was left.

Qin Wen came over to clear the table.

After resting for ten minutes, Sang Wanwan pushed Chi Junyu's wheelchair with one hand and held Tuantuan with the other, and took a walk in the small park of the villa.

Of course, the park has changed a lot since then.

The rockery gardens that were there at the beginning are all gone, replaced by neatly planned vegetable plots, ponds, and separate land for growing spiritual plants and spiritual rice. The newly planted fruits are also growing very well.

There was a breeze, and the air was fresh and pleasant.

Tuantuan held her mother's hand and felt like she was dreaming.

One, two, three, four, five... He counted on his fingers these days and found that he and his mother had been together for many, many days.

Neither mom nor dad abandoned him again.

His mother would wash him, dress him, rub perfume on him, kiss him, touch his head, and tell him stories.

I would also hold him to sleep and make delicious meat for him.

Tuan Tuan held his mother's hand tightly. He was now the happiest child in the world, not the unwanted bastard, burden, or annoying person as Aunt Li said.

When walking into a hexagonal pavilion, Chi Junyu saw a four-wheeled food truck parked next to the pavilion.

His face froze.

This is a food truck that Sang Wanwan specially customized from a manufacturer.

She said, "I am going to set up a food stall starting this afternoon."

She had thought this matter over carefully and felt that people should not be too idle.

Since she came back, Chi Junyu has never gone out. He spends most of his time in the study and refuses to communicate with the outside world.

Her purpose of setting up the stall was not to make money, but to allow Chi Junyu to get out of the house occasionally and keep himself a little busy.

Going bankrupt is no big deal, and it doesn't matter if a fortune of hundreds of billions increases to tens of millions. As long as the three of them are safe and together, that's all that matters.

As for the hundreds of billions of assets...

Sang Wanwan glanced at Chi Junyu, thinking that if she tried her best, she might be able to help Chi Junyu gain a fortune worth over 100 million.

Forget about the hundreds of billions, I can’t afford it.

Chi Junyu gritted his teeth.

He knew that after buying the villa, the family had almost run out of money and could not even afford a servant, so he had to cook every night. The three servants in the family were clumsy and not professionals at first glance.

Their family has become so poor that they have to set up a stall every night to make money.

When the two got married, he swore in his heart that he would make Wanwan a rich wife for the rest of her life.

"Okay." Chi Junyu lowered his head and spoke in a low voice.

Sang Wanwan noticed that his mood suddenly became low and his face turned gloomy, and she felt a headache.

Sure enough, the villain who is always in a state of evil is not so easy to "educate".

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After the walk, Sang Wanwan asked the three ghost employees to prepare the ingredients and disposable tableware for setting up the stall in the afternoon.

Three o'clock in the afternoon.

All the ingredients and tableware were loaded into the car, and the family of three got in and rushed to their destination.

In the past two years, Yenching has begun to promote stall culture and has already demarcated relevant areas with dedicated personnel in charge of management.

Stalls can be rented on a monthly, weekly or daily basis.

Sang Wanwan’s stall is rented by day and the location is not very good.

She didn't care. She set up the stall to give Chi Junyu something to do.

When we arrived at the destination, we parked the dining car.

Today, she was selling fish ball soup, crystal shrimp dumplings, and lingmi rice. She prepared 100 servings of fish ball soup, 100 servings of shrimp dumplings, and a large pot of lingmi rice.

There are ten fish ball soup in each bowl, which costs 50 yuan. There are eight shrimp dumplings in a basket, which costs 50 yuan each. A normal bowl of lingmi rice costs 20 yuan.

She set the price at will.

Anyway, there is a spiritual spring, and the fish and shrimps released will grow fat and strong in two or three days. The spiritual rice is also provided free of charge by the main god space, so the cost is not high.

She took out a small wooden board, wrote the price on it, and placed it at the window of the dining car.

Chi Junyu kept pursing his lips, his eyes were dull and he was in a low mood.

Tuantuan was very happy and ran around the car carefully. As long as he was with his parents, he felt very happy.

In a Ferrari not far away, a young woman was afraid that she was seeing things, so she rubbed her eyes several times before she dared to believe that it was really Sang Wanwan and Chi Junyu.

It's a big news that these two people have fallen to such a state that they have to set up a street stall.

One minute later.

In the "Anonymous Observer Group of Rich People in Yanjing", someone posted a few photos.

The photo shows Sang Wanwan and her family of three setting up a stall selling snacks in the food street.

[Guomi No. 5: Big news! Sang Wanwan and Chi Junyu are so poor that they have to set up a street stall. ]

【Guaming No. 99: ? ? ? 】

[Guaming No. 7: That is to say, the Chi family and the Sang family are too unkind. ]

[Guomi No. 10: Where did the Holy Mother come from upstairs? Didn’t Sang Wanwan deserve it? Think about the evil things she did to Xue Rou! ]

[Guomi No. 10: Chi Junyu asked for it. Who made him covet Sang Wanwan's beauty? He deserved to be hit by a car and become a cripple! ]

【Melon Citizen No. 2: What the melon-eating crowd No. 10 said makes some sense. It's really sad to think about it. Who could have thought that Chi Junyu, who was once so glorious, would end up like this. 】

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Sang Xueruo was looking at the chat messages in the group, her face full of shock.

She clicked on a few photos and enlarged them.

Ever since Sang Wanwan moved into the haunted house, she hadn't paid much attention to her. After all, there were several ghosts in the villa prepared by his second brother and Senior Sister Lu Yufei.

Those ghosts are carefully selected and carry a small amount of resentment. Over time, they will make people lose their spirits and keep their bodies weak for a long time.

But in the photo, Sang Wanwan didn't look sick at all. On the contrary, she looked more charming and seductive than before.

Sang Xueruo felt something was wrong, and had an uneasy feeling that things were out of her control.

In Sang's house, the servants were busy setting up the venue for the banquet, because tomorrow was her birthday and also Sang Wanwan's birthday.

Sang Xueruo lowered her eyes and knocked on the study door.

Father Sang and Sang Jiaheng were talking about something. When they saw Sang Xueruo coming in, their cold brows softened.

Father Sang asked, "Xiaorou, what's the matter?"

Sang Xueruo's face was filled with struggle, and she said helplessly: "Dad, Wanwan she..."

"Xiao Rou," Sang Jiaheng interrupted her in a gentle voice, "We have said that you will be the only daughter of the Sang family from now on."

Sang Xueruo's eyes were red, and she said sadly: "Dad, big brother, she was selling snacks on the food street every night, and someone took a photo of her and posted it to the group. Now I guess most people in the circle know about it. At the beginning, she must have refused to take the money from our family because of me..."

As she spoke, tears fell.

Mr. Sang's face turned ashen, and Sang Jiaheng's expression also turned cold.

By doing this, isn't Sang Wanwan telling everyone in disguise that the Sang family didn't give her, the real daughter, a penny?

"Rebellion, rebellion, what a bastard," Father Sang was so angry that his hands were shaking, "Jiaheng, call her and tell her to get out of here, and give her some money to drive them out of Yanjing!"

Sang Xueruo raised the corner of her mouth slightly.