When she returned to the Du residence, she found that her good-for-nothing husband had come back. Instead of reading his books, he was just lying in the room humming a tune.
Normally, she would have already lashed out with the whip, but now she smiled gently and poured a cup of tea for her.
"Husband, I heard you went drinking this morning?"
From the moment Hua Jing entered, Du Binghai glanced at her sideways, as if afraid she would whip him.
But Hua Jing not only didn't whip him, but also offered him tea and spoke in a gentle voice. Du Binghai backed away and stammered, "What...what do you want to do?"
"Nothing much, just chatting casually."
Hua Jing sat down to the side and handed the tea in her hand forward, saying, "Are you thirsty? Here, have some water."
Du Binghai didn't dare answer. "My mother said that if you ever give me a nice look, it's because you're possessed by a ghost!"
As he spoke, he went to put on his shoes; he was scared!
Hua Jing's smile froze for a moment, her lips twitched, and at this moment she really wanted to roll her eyes to the sky. All he ever did was say what his mother said, and his mother was that old man!
Moreover, although she didn't give her husband a kind look, it was still to discipline him and make him more ambitious. She never expected that old woman would talk about her like this behind her back!
Hua Jing resisted the urge to splash the tea in his hand on Du Binghai's face, and took out a hundred-tael silver note from his pocket and handed it to Du Binghai, saying, "It's not good for you to always let others pay for your drinks when you go out. Here, take this first, and come back to me if you need more."
Just as Du Binghai put on his shoes, ready to run away, a silver note suddenly appeared in front of him. He immediately stopped running and looked at Hua Jing, somewhat bewildered.
"Are you...are you sick?"
When he goes out drinking, Hua Jing never gives him a kind look, let alone pays him for the drinks.
No way, is he really possessed by a ghost?!
The more he thought about it, the more terrifying it became. Before Hua Jing could answer, Du Binghai yelled and ran away.
Hua Jing: ......
He's the one who's sick!
She used to be a nitpicker when she was in charge of him, but now that she doesn't care about him anymore, she seems to have gone crazy.
Although angry, Hua Jing held back.
After that, she would fawn over Du Binghai every day, offering him tea and water, while also subtly probing into his relationship with Chuanwen.
Of course, Hua Jing was afraid that Du Binghai would think she had discovered their affair, so she asked vague questions and made it clear that she would never interfere with his relationship with other women.
However, Du Binghai wasn't as clever as she imagined, and he couldn't understand the meaning behind her vague words at all.
Because of Hua Jing's sudden change, he lost interest in drinking. That day, his cronies gave him an idea: since he suspected his wife was possessed by a ghost, why not just splash her with black dog blood?
Du Binghai hesitated for a moment, thinking about his wife's fiery temper. If he splashed the other party with dog blood, and if the possessing ghost could be driven away, he would most likely have to leave too! Well... he would be whipped away by his wife!
But then I thought about it again. She was my wife after all. I couldn't let her be possessed by a ghost and die from having all her yang energy drained. I couldn't just stand by and watch her die!
Upon hearing his words, his cronies mocked him, saying, "If anyone's going to absorb yang energy, it'll be you! What woman has yang energy?!"
Upon hearing this, Du Binghai felt even more compelled to expel the possessing ghost. He didn't want to be drained of his yang energy and die; that would be a gruesome death!
Uh... although the way he died from being whipped to death by his wife wouldn't be very pretty!
However, Du Binghai ultimately decided to go find Black Dog Blood.
The next day, Chuanwen was lounging in the courtyard when Marquis Changxing returned from outside with a brisk pace, bringing back two pieces of gossip.
One was that Du Binghai, for some unknown reason, threw a basin of black dog blood on Princess Huajing as soon as she returned from outside, drenching her from head to toe. The sound of whipping and screams echoed in the Du residence for a long time.
"Du Binghai inquired about Princess Huajing, thinking she was easy to mess with, tsk tsk tsk! You didn't see it, Du Binghai got beaten so badly his skin was torn and bleeding!"
Marquis Changxing clicked his tongue in admiration, thinking about Cheng Wanrong and Yang Xiaoman. He was glad that his grandsons' fiancées were all virtuous ladies, otherwise they would have suffered a lot.
Chuanwen laughed for a while and then realized why Du Binghai had splashed black dog blood on Hua Jing, but she was a little annoyed.
[Has Zhou Shuqin ever had her brain slammed in a door? It was Wen Xue who rolled her eyes at her, why did she spread those lies about me and Du Binghai?]
What? What?
Marquis Changxing was about to sit down when he almost slipped on his bottom. He was just going to the street to grab a melon, how did his granddaughter end up in this mess?
Wenxue helped Marquis Changxing sit down, and Marquis Changxing chuckled awkwardly, "Alas, I'm getting old and useless."
Wen Xue nodded, but she knew perfectly well that Marquis Changxing had only been momentarily shocked by Chuanwen's thoughts. However, she was quite angry. If Zhou Shuqin wanted to deal with her, let her come at her! Why did she have to harm Chuanwen! How despicable!
Chuanwen also felt that Marquis Changxing was really getting old. He would either almost slip off his chair or choke on his tea. Sometimes he would even fall down on flat ground.
However, she didn't dwell on it too much; after all, she's an elderly person, so it's normal.
If Hua Jing hadn't misunderstood that Du Binghai and I were having an affair, she wouldn't have gone to such lengths to bring us together, giving Du Binghai money and showering him with attention. If Hua Jing hadn't showered Du Binghai with attention, Du Binghai wouldn't have suspected she was possessed by an evil spirit and splashed her with black dog blood. If Du Binghai hadn't splashed Hua Jing with black dog blood, the beloved big black dog of the second young master of the Duke of Wei wouldn't have been lost. Alas!
Chuan Wen sighed for a while, but Marquis Changxing was a little stunned.
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