Chapter 253 The two-faced wild rose that the military commander wants to provoke (4)

Lin Muqing pursed her lips, not very interested, "He doesn't like me, I won't force him."

Suddenly I heard the sound of someone dragging his feet behind me and turned around subconsciously.

Wen Shuqi followed behind them, walking with his legs straight and his posture strange.

Wen Shuqi also felt ashamed, but his legs hurt. He looked at the girl who had two braids today and said, "I'll go with you tomorrow."

She said nothing.

Wen Yansheng turned around and saw it, his eyes looking disdainful, "Lack of exercise, is this what happened after kneeling for one night?"

"I..." Wen Shuqi lowered his head.

Wen Yansheng walked straight towards the front hall.

Lin Muqing didn't even look at Wen Shuqi any further, and followed the man in front of her. Wen Shuqi followed slowly behind.

The three of them sat down and finished their breakfast.

Wen Yansheng suddenly asked, "Does Miss Lin still have her marriage certificate?"

Lin Muqing took it out of his pocket, but Wen Yansheng didn't even look at it. He just said, "Then you should go out more and cultivate your relationship."

Xu Yi walked in from outside and said respectfully, "Master Jiu, the car is ready."

Wen Yansheng stood up and left the restaurant, but he heard the young man's curious and smiling voice behind him.

"Can you show me the marriage certificate?"

The woman said nothing, but there was the sound of papers being spread out. Wen Yansheng didn't know what he was thinking, and his steps slowed down a bit.

"Since we have openly stated that we are engaged, why didn't you show any concern when my leg hurts?"

"Then why are you kneeling?" The woman's tone was soft but to the point. The young man was stunned and said nothing.

"Actually, after thinking it over last night, if you really don't want to, you can cancel the engagement. I believe my father doesn't want me to marry someone who doesn't know how to care for me."

Her voice was calm but powerful. Wen Yansheng agreed with her point of view in his heart. As the apple of the Lin family's eye, the daughter whom Lin Chengjun would protect even at his death, he might need to think carefully about this matter.

His nephew was unwilling and said awkwardly: "Let's spend some time together before we talk."

Did you get enlightenment after kneeling all night last night?

Wen Yansheng was still thinking about how to handle this matter properly until he left the mansion and sat in his car, staring at the crowd of people avoiding the car.

Seeing that he was still thinking about something, the co-pilot Xu Yi did not dare to speak. He waited until he looked away before speaking.

"Master Jiu, I have found some of the information you asked me to check last night."

We sent people to investigate overnight, but we could only find the surface of the matter so far.

"What did you find out?"

Xu Yi: "Miss Lin was rescued by the president of a newspaper in a small town. After she recovered from her illness, she sold newspapers and saved money. It took her half a year to get enough money to come to Beizhou. Other more secret things will not be known for a few days."

Wen Yansheng said "hmm" and said nothing more.

Selling newspapers?

The actions were exposed to outsiders almost every day, which dispelled some suspicion.

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In the evening, the darkness gradually darkened.

In the extravagant and decadent Paramount, on the first floor's gorgeous dance floor, the rich and powerful were flirting with the dancers, while the singers on the stage were singing beautifully and affectionately.

The private room on the second floor.

Wen Yansheng was sitting by the window in a military uniform, looking cold and indifferent. He lowered his eyes and roughly scribbled on a document with his fingertips.

Opposite him was a fat middle-aged man with an extremely energetic face. He said expectantly, "Master Jiu, if there are no problems, it will take effect as soon as you sign it. I believe we will have a pleasant cooperation."

Behind the screen, there was a woman playing the pipa, her music was melodious and graceful. Her skill was so superb that the high and low transitions in the notes captured his attention. When did he find a woman who could play the pipa so well?

Wen Yansheng glanced at him in a hurry, and seemed to be affected by his sharp gaze and misspoken.

He retracted his gaze and said nonchalantly, "I have enough sincerity, but not enough benefits. Mr. Xu, this matter still needs to be considered."

He pushed the document back to the other side.

The smile on Xu Chong's face froze, and he dared not express the hatred in his heart: "If Master Jiu wants it, even 10% more is fine."

"The document needs to be redrafted and the matter can be discussed tonight." Wen Yansheng's words were certainly overbearing.

But Xu Chong went out almost immediately and asked someone to make a new one.

Wen Yansheng was enjoying the melodious pipa alone. For a moment, the only sounds in the room were the beautiful pipa music and the sound of water flowing as tea was poured.

It was not until Xu Chong came back again that Wen Yansheng read it once and signed it readily.

"Master Jiu, here's a toast to you. Happy working with you." Xu Chong poured him a glass of red wine, smiling widely.

Wen Yansheng clinked glasses with him but didn't drink. Xu Chong didn't mind as it was just a polite gesture.

Halfway through, Wen Yansheng was called away by Xu Yi to another box to meet someone and wait for him to come back ten minutes later.

All I saw was blood oozing from Xu Chong's lips, his eyes wide open, his head resting on the table, and his hands hanging down limply.

I don't know whether he was poisoned or assassinated, it's none of his business.

Wen Yansheng's expression was still cold. He suddenly walked behind the screen. The geisha who had just played the pipa was no longer there.

"Who just left?" He carried the document and walked outside the box, where his people and Xu Chong's bodyguards were standing there.